11 September

Relations,

I acknowledge today as a day that I sit in a mournful and remembrance's state for them who were killed on this day eleven years ago. I speak only of the victims of those hideous attacks on that infamous day. This date 11 September 2001, that has become a date that will be remembered for generations and generations to follow.

I try not to think too much about the absolute horrors and the fright that enveloped so many millions of us through out our Earth Mother on that day eleven years ago. It doesn't seem as if it has been eleven years to me. Part of me feels as if it were just a couple of years ago - while the other part of me thinks this had to have happened Millennium ago. Does the mourning ever stop for this type of attack or situation of war in life? I say no, it does not.

I still cry when Alan Jackson, sings that song of his, "Where Were You?".

 The tears come easy when I think of the Dad's and Mom's who didn't go home that day. I cry still for the children who screamed for their parents...

...the parents who screamed for their children. Brother and sisters for their sisters and brothers. Those Folks killed in the planes, that hit The Pentagon and them who fought against the dogs their plane as it fell to Mother Earth in Pennsylvania. The peoples killed in New York City and Washington D.C., the Hero's that were murdered. The Hero's who sacrificed their lives to save the lives of fellow Earth-Mates. All of those Fire Fighters, Police and them who responded first. Not knowing that the worse imaginable case scenario was yet to happen.

Along with the mourning - the ugly, bitter hatred and anger remains for them who planed and committed this attack against MY country. Yes, it may have happened in New York, but New York is a part of MY country. For the perpetrator's, it is my hope that the suffering in Hell is eternal. The Dog's are not laying with their imagined virgins but are feeling the fire of eternal damnation. May their parents, siblings and children suffer heinous lives and deaths for the next seven generations. These extremist were cowardly dogs. As are each and every member of their family's. I have no other way to say what I have to say, but fuck them...

...I don't feel the 'forgiveness' part yet. It's my right not too.