Hope

Throught the brightly coloured sea of flowers, cards and banners, whispering in the warm January air, you could just make out the blackness of the railings.

The sign in the Diner across the road reads “Open for business as usual”

Amongst the hoards of onlookers, appearing to have a grisly need to take the tragedy into their own souls, stoops and old man.

One wizened hand pointing to a photograph, the other, tightly gripped by a small bewildered boy, his upturned face looking straight into his gaurdians watery eyes.

The air is thick and smokey, the buildings, cars and streets covered in a light dusty film you could write your name in.

New York…. 2002

Rosie O’Donnels, Starbucks and Time Square
All thrive in the dense winter air

Hustling and bustling all around
Whilst buildings and lives have been razed to the ground

At the site of the scene, people gather and stare
Imagining the glory that once stood there
The pain and the horror too much to bear

Look again what do you see?

A world full of hope for you and for me.

People together, united and strong, the family to which we all belong.

It was meant to maim, hurt and destroy
But look at the old man with his boy

Look again what do you see
A world full of hope for you, and for me

Hope

Lyndy

Ryde, United Kingdom

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