SILVER BEACONS OF COMMERCE AND HOPE,
\nTHE TWINS STOOD TALL, SYMBOLS OF WHAT COULD.
\nAPPROACHING THEIR REFLECTED LIGHT I STRODE
\nAS ALWAYS
\nCARELESSLY, INNOCENTLY.
\nAND THEN THE SOUND, A HEAVY LOW THUD FROM ON HIGH.
\nWINDOWS IMPLODE, GLASS DOMINOS
\nA DIRTY BLACK PLUME OF SMOKE
\nTHE WHIRLWIND FIREBALL
\nITS GHASTLY PROJECTILES<\/p>\n
I GAPE IN HORRIFIC DISBELIEF<\/p>\n
AS THE SCREEN DISASTERS WE SO EMBRACE<\/p>\n
BECOME REALITY WHEN THE MIXED BLESSING OF OPEN BORDERS<\/p>\n
COLLIDES WITH A CLOSED SOCIETY<\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n
A SKYLINE EXTINGUISHED<\/p>\n
BUT WITH IT NOT THE DREAM,<\/p>\n
THE IDEA THAT IS AMERICA.<\/p>\n
\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n
ENDURE WITH ME THE ALTERED FUTURE<\/p>\n
FULL OF DREAD AND HOPE<\/p>\n
AND RESOLVE.<\/p>\n
OUR FLAG IS STILL THERE<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
SILVER BEACONS OF COMMERCE AND HOPE, THE TWINS STOOD TALL, SYMBOLS OF WHAT COULD. APPROACHING THEIR REFLECTED LIGHT I STRODE AS ALWAYS CARELESSLY, INNOCENTLY. AND THEN THE SOUND, A HEAVY LOW THUD FROM ON HIGH. WINDOWS IMPLODE, GLASS DOMINOS A … Continue reading