We rise, we fall, then rise again.
We dust ourselves off, then we begin
To work, to rebuild, to follow the plan,
As if tragedy never came into our midst.
Tragedy, the bearer of two different seeds,
One that motivates our instinctive resilience,
And the other that causes us to give up hope,
As we all lie down and idle away our dreams.
We arose with the call of the motivation seed.
It blossomed in our hearts as we came to life.
The nine eleven disaster wanted us to lie down,
But we came together; yes we, the resilient.
This is in memory of the 9-11 tragedy. It was published in "The Belt And Beyond" magazine, Sept 7 issue.