Sunday, September 11, 2011

Words After September 11


We will not be quiet, Lord.

We will not hide in books,

Under our desks, Lord.

We will not whisper

In the rowdy street.

We will hop

On our “three-wheelers,”

On the Morning Express,

Wheel up the ramp

And fly beyond

The limits

Of our comforts.

We will explore again,

And find ourselves

Lost again. Yet,

We shall hold our hands.

Yet, we shall love

Our neighbor.

Yet, we shall stand

On our dad

And mum’s shoulders,

And we will play yet again.

Let us now honor our dead,

The Earth’s dead.

Let us not tremble.

Let us not be quiet.

Let us not stammer

Through a million

Emergency sessions.

Let us talk

To the bird in the tree,

The bird in the sky.

Let us sing as a flock,

In congregation.

We will

and shall

And can

and must not

Be overcome.

Let us walk out tonight,

Tomorrow, and sing

We will

and shall

And can

and must

Not be overcome.

Let us go to the films

On Saturday,

To worship any day

We wish.

Let not these burning towers

Be our metaphor.

Let us honor our dead, yes,

And let us build and rebuild

Our metaphors.

-- Indran Amirthanayagam c)2001 Chennai, India, September 27, 2001


TC said...

A consolation, at the end of this long descent, to rise up out of the ashes.

Indran Amirthanayagam said...

Thanks Tom. The test of will continues from internal scuttling of the mosaic, cutting funds, cutting people out of the dream. Big, different subject. Do send me your email to