J.M.J.

HOW MANY TEARS?

HOW MANY OF YOU LIKE CHILDREN DID CRY

FOR THOSE IN NEW YORK, WHOM YOU KNOW NOT, THAT DID DIE?

HOW MANY OF YOU FELT LIKE YOUR HEART WOULD BREAK

FOR THOSE NEATH THE RUBLE WHO WOULD NEVER AWAKE?

HOW MANY OF YOU THANKED GOD THAT YOU WERE SPARED

FROM THE HORROR THAT SO MANY FAMILIES SHARED?

WHY IS IT, DEAR CHILDREN, THAT AN ACT SUCH AS THIS

MUST FIRST PIERCE YOUR HEART TO SHOW HOW PRECIOUS LIFE IS? 

YOU ARE COUNTING THE NUMBERS OF THE MISSING AND DEAD;

HAVE YOU COUNTED THE UNBORN THAT TO THEIR SLAUGHTER WERE LED?

HOW MANY TEARS HAS THE WORLD SHED FOR THEM?

NOT AS MANY AS MINE FOR THIS ACT OF MAYHEM.

“THY WILL BE DONE”

9-18-2001

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(THE POEM REFERS TO THE EVENTS OF 9-11-2001 IN NEW YORK CITY.)