911 need I say more?

September...
There's a warm steady breeze that used to blow
in September
That made us ponder the ending of the year
and remember
An era that was unblemished, jovial and carefree
The pleasant cycles of days, weeks & months that
fashioned the matrix of our lives, indeed
A breath of transformation that identified
the passage of youth, innocence and time
An occurence which altered our direction and
made us open our naive eyes
And point us to a moment that will forever
live in infamy
That forced us to see that our security, was a
mere fallacy
The planes hit! Two Towers fell
The wind swept face of pure evil had
resurrected itself from the pit of hell
Our lives, no longer secure became eternally unreal
And our sorrow from that day may NEVER EVER.. heal