Wednesday, April 20, 2011


We stood on the brink
All we offered was 'let's think'

Any other way out of this desolation
Was lost when we lost ourselves in contemplation

We looked around and sought a solution
Somehow it was always the person next to us in need of an absolution

We moved forward, pointing fingers and raising weak fists in the air
Slowly slipping away to the end, encouraging others to fight the fight and live the nightmare

We stood there and waited for the dust from the stones and the bricks to settle
But we did not bend down, dressed in our white shirts, to move the burning metal

Things must change, with animated gestures we stood in groups and said
After half an hour back in our homes, our masks of concerns we shed