Up From The Ashes

On Nine-Eleven-Oh-One
The deed was done
220 stories came crashing to the ground
Dust fell on all around
Body parts fell to the street
Hands lying unnaturally close to feet
A war has begun
Our faceless enemy -- The Taliban
Whilst the troops go out to fight
Those at home struggle to return from this plight
There’s an economic and emotional toll
Talks spring up of recession and depression
Worse than that of old
But amidst the smoke and sadness that chokes the air
There’s talk of just what might be built there
“Build them back, one story higher!” one man cries
While another speaks of an obscene symbol that could rise
A park some say, a memorial of some sort
Nay, to revive our city, it’s business we must court
Amidst the shells of souls that have gone to heaven
A child’s banner reads “New WTC 2007!”
What will it be?
What can he see?
Six years from now will something stand there?
Rising from the ashes into the air?
Will businesses buy the upper floors?
Will malls emerge from subway doors?
Will children play in the grass?
Will we come out of this at long last?
Only time will tell
If we can make a heaven from all this hell.