Saturday, September 10, 2011


I love a window seat,
Whenever I fly.
But not this time,
When I came to New York.

I didn’t want to see the skyline,
And how different it would be.
I grew up here in New York,
And we are proud of our city.

But it doesn’t look the same,
Since they knocked her down.
I went to ground zero today,
It’s been four years since.

It hurt to think other human beings,
Could hate us all so much.
They called it a war,
I just don't understand,

How anyone can hate that much
But then just look

At Family wars


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