The sound of an airplane
The sound of an airplane overhead
brought back memories
of the silence in the sky
for days after
"the day" it seemed
all hope was lost!
"The day" so many had to fly to die,
had to soar so far away
to remind us
of our freedom and
the price we still must pay.
17 years and we live
in constant turmoil,
here at home and
in foreign lands.
Nothing is any different now,
yet everything has changed…
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