September 15, 2011

• GROUND ZERO HAS MANY NAMES

  From Bristol and from Brittany,
  From Thailand and Japan
  Azerbaijan and Albany, Canada and Sudan
  From ninety lands the families come
  To a place that's not the same
  They're coming to New York City
  To find their loved one's name

  Some only have to walk,
  or maybe ride a train
  Others touch their crosses before they'll board the plane
  Some visit Ground Zero alone, some travel with a friend
  They come to New York City
  So they can touch the name

  The names will always be there, although the vistors will change
  For many the name that's listed there is the sum of their remains

  Heads bowed before the wall, a grieving family stands
  Aware of passers' wary glances.
  For they come from a Muslim land
  Mother reaches out her hand, touches Father's name
  He died responding, per his calling,
  Some will never understand

  Sad lady finds her husband
  Chiseled into stone
  Traces 'Benjamin' with her finger
  And asks him to come home

  Dad tries hard to find the words
  when his daughter asks him why
  On the day that death rained from the sky
  Mommy forgot to say goodbye 

  Everyone looks so different, but their stories end the same
  All they have are memories now, on a wall of many names

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