Another nine eleven comes and slips through afternoon
Not a single house on my block flies a flag or sings a tune
There seems to be no notice or remembrance of the day
That two years back began the work to take our souls away
Another nine eleven day and no lines have been drawn
Just like the game of chess, I guess, life moves slow for its pawns
There isn't any patriotic rhetoric on CNN or Fox
No reminders of the war still on that risks the ballot box
Another nine eleven here and our alert is high
Expecting that the enemy will be seen in our sky
There isn't an eye watching the manuevers on the ground
Where politicians scramble to the apathetic sound.
11 SEP 2003
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