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Rome Burning
the
memory is
'as
fleeting
as
a
bird
as elusive
as a
stray dog
the
memory
strikes
during
simple times
anything
can trigger
it the
memory of
running
of being so
scared
for my dad my
mom
praying
shutting the
windows so the
smoke can't
come
in from across
the river
the river
I used
to hate
provides a
barrier
from
a burning
empire
from
Rome falling
my dad
coming
home
dust-streaked
crying.
my dad
never cries,
but
he cried that
day
as Rome burned
we had no
power, the
day
the two brothers
fell
torn apart
by
blind hatred.
The
day Rome
fell
taking
so many
lives
with it,
into the
abyss
the day
Rome burned.
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In case you couldn't tell, this poem was inspired by the attcks of 9/11. This poem is true. My dad was an NYPD officer, and thankfully, at the end of the day, I had my dad back. I was lucky, in this case.
Many of my friends never saw their parents again.