PEGGY MEEKS-KING
'Ground Zero'

Bombay ash falling like new snow
on a black man wrapped in the American Flag
tears flooding his eyes, stars of silver on his back,
Lady Liberty standing still
with a great pale flame; a gift from France.

Fear, thick as an early morning fog after a
Summer's rain,
the screams of pain lay open like a wound,
sounds like Israel in many ways, not just another day,
no one can explain it, no one can at all.

The streets are busy with Heroes,
mothers stand there, they are the mothers
of the disappeared, who have prayed for peace;
year after year.
Fire and smoke can be seen for miles around.
Nothing is clear anymore, nothing makes sense.

This is America 'home of the free land of the brave'
this can not be, this can not be, I over heard someone say,
it was a man from Russia come to trade in the USA.
And
I wonder myself what J.F.K. Jr. or John Lennon or
Albert Einstein would say, would think
of a world on the brink?

Bin Laden did not take into account that day
that this is America the 'melting pot' of the world
with its many colours like a sweet rainbow and people from
every part of the earth, from all walks of life, even his own men, women and
babes,
are here and call this wonderful place home,
            this is what makes America
Great;
not its money, not its power.