Wednesday, September 12, 2018


Didn’t want to write this poem
Mostly because I don’t feel like jumping on the death wagon
NYC knows better than any of us what happened and what needs to be done to put themselves back together again like Humpty Dumpty or Frankenstein’s monster
NYC has a spine made of the strongest metal and no terrorist is going to win, no matter how many planes they crash into the city

We aren't the ones who let our guard down
Rather, it was an administration that had better things to do than worry about a little thing like national security
They believed themselves to be the smartest people in the room when what proved to be true was that they were the most ignorant and inexperienced to handle such cataclysmic events
Of course when it came to Bush 43 holding a megaphone and standing in the rubble of the towers he thrived because he likes to pretend he’s a John Wayne cowboy whose swagger will vanquish all evil doers

Nothing could be further from the truth as the terrorists proved there are more moving parts than we’ll ever fully comprehend, but Richard A. Clarke had a pretty good idea what was coming and of course no one would listen to him because he was from the former administration and in their estimation had cooties
Then to rub salt in the wounds instead of keeping our eye on the ball the decision is made to go after Saddam Hussein because there’s more at stake here than honest to God justice and catching the bad men responsible for 9/11
Politics can go rot in a black ops site on the other side of the world for all I care and be water boarded until it breathes its last stale breath because it’s not keeping any of us safe when putting party over country and blowing dog whistles to supposedly unify our country when all they ever do is divide us and watch us fall

Charles Cicirella

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