THE WORLD HAD CHANGED THAT DAY
A Poem of 9/11

An original poem by Carol Goodman

THE DAY WAS BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL.
THE SKY WAS VIVID BLUE.
THE WORLD WOULD NEVER BE THE SAME,
BUT NO ONE EVEN KNEW.

NEW YORK CITY, SHINING JEWEL
A BEACON IN THE LIGHT.
A SYMBOL OF DEMOCRACY
AND EVERYTHING THAT’S RIGHT.

OUR NATION’S FINEST TAPESTRY
OF FINANCE, TRADE AND WORK.
BUT AS THE MORNING MOVED ALONG
WHAT EVIL THERE WOULD LURK?

PEOPLE CROWED ON THE STREETS,
ALL STARTING OUT THIER DAY.
THE CITY HAD ITS MAD-DASH RUSH
AS EACH ONE MADE THEIR WAY.

AND THEN THE ROUTINE SHATTERED…
TO EVERYONE’S SURPRISE
A PLANE CAME OUT OF NOWHERE---
A VENGENCE FROM THE SKIES!

THE PLANE WAS HEADING DOWN SO FAST;
PERCISION AIM AND POWER.
ITS TARGET, PLANNED AND CARRIED OUT…
TO HIT THE FIRST TWIN TOWER.

CONFUSION OVERCAME THE CROWDS
WITH SHOCK AND DISBELIEF.
AND NO ONE YET COULD EVER KNOW
THE OVERWHELMING GRIEF.

THE CHAOS WAS HORRIFFIC.
THE THRONGS OF PEOPLE GREW…
AND ALL WERE FROZEN NOW WITH FEAR
AND DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO.

THEN CAME THE UNBELIEVABLE…
ANOTHER GIANT PLANE!
THUNDERING FROM THE SKIES ABOVE.
IT ALL SEEMED SO INSANE!

AND ONLY WITHIN MINUTES
MAGESTIC TOWERS FELL.
THREE THOUSAND PEOPLE LOST THAT DAY.
NO VOICES LEFT TO TELL.

THE TRAUMA INSURMOUNTABLE,
SO HARD TO COMPREHEND
SO MANY FRIENDS AND LOVED ONES LOST.
WHEN WOULD THIS NIGHTMARE END?

BLUE SKIES TURNED DARK, AND CLEAR NO MORE.
THE SMOKE WAS BLACK AND GREY.
AND AS WE WATCHED WE CAME TO KNOW--
THE WORLD HAD CHANGED THAT DAY.