A New Divison:

Tribute to Sept. 11. My friend Diogo also made a poetry that is close to my post. May God bless us as we need. 

Thanks to @ Chrisbelax idea to give this to us. 

 Sorry guys I can only think of these hours of music near, far and after the Catholic rock band Rose of Sharon from Brazil who was the inspiration for this poem. 

A new division: 

That day I woke up 
And the sky was clear and the sun beat down the window 
I just packed 
And I've been thinking about it 

When I called the I saw that something had happened 
And everything became gray at the time 
And with the feeling of someone who wants to leave 
And I felt something in my heart trembled 

Yes, this new division of time 
This new space division 
And when all I remember 
Gimme an embarrassment 

It is to remember to keep a falsh 
Faith at that time appeared to have died 
And it seems that everybody is still listening 
The cry of those who wanted to be rescued 

It is degrading, America is diverted 
Not by their own forces 
But by our blatant hypocrisy 
With them to follow the same strength 

Americanized, is the world 
That divides the sadness of mourning now 
Being in a filthy place 
Our feeling is silent 

And the mothers who saw their children to throw 
And the parents saw their children collide 
Become the greatest nation in the most fragile 
And for a man to become more agile 

Buried on several feet of earth

The lives of millions of people

And our hearts as those who wait

Resonates in our prayers.

Then God, in another reason
To move forward and continue
For your love is additive
And we will walk again

Within a hypocritical world
Where we choose to be heroes and villains to others
Open a door on our lives
and change the hardness of our hearts

                                            God, we need the Lord!

 Poem: Pedro P.H.D 

Unforgettable Day: 

By heaven smoke warns 

Something strange happened 

Americans mourn 

And you got something that day? 

Tears for lives that will never come back 

Longing for peace that was then 

War was not God who taught 

It was created by men with much rancor 

By omitting the name of love terror 

Children see their homes 

The family on television 

But it was not the future that is unruly announced 

They wept not 

Unforgettable Day 

Love and hate that they were prospered 

We are so due that day 

Or simply the world worse? 

Poetry: William Diogo