Wall Street Poetry

9/11 - Fifteen Years After

9/11 is a special day for me since I just got out the WTC when it happened, in agony, I eye-witnessed pure Armageddon carried forward by the Devil himself to completely destroy Lower Manhattan. This poem is in memory of the friends I lost and the  thousands of victims of a Muslim-made, catastrophic disaster, that changed the world as we knew it forever.

September 9, 2011, unaware of the hazard

merrily on my way to Goldman Sachs, 

investment bankers & honest brokers 

from: JFK Airport, royal gateway to New York City
to: San Francisco International Airport

Amazing imperial Twin Towers
proud icon of Lutheran Protestant victory
on medieval and criminal Communist regimes
contemporary blessings of boundless capitalism
cheerfully blistering in the early-morning sun
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in the name of Jesus
what the fuck is going on?           
Dies iræ, dies illa
Solvet sæclum in favilla.

Boeing-747 unwavering, gun-point at WTC
plane crashing on purpose, on command
upon somebody's special request perhaps
to unkindly return the favors of
continued courageous US military backing
of 50-years of coward Palestine occupation
by best buddy, brave brother Israel
state-sponsored terror, vicious mastermind
or black-swan, random act, coincidentally
destroying the faithful Bankers of God
humble everGreenbacks on Wall Street.

Judgment day carried forward
by the Requiem of Giuseppe Verdi:
Mors stupebit et natura,
Cum resurget creatura,
Judicanti responsura.

Dies iræ, dies illa
Solvet sæclum in favilla
Rex tremendæ majestatis
crucifying glass, heavy concrete, steel,
the ratio of steel to concrete
is 100:130 for 1 cubic meter
bleeding eyeballs, burning lawyer's limbs
exploding into realtor's screaming faces.

Forgot to pay the monthly premium
MetLife insurance must have expired
my precious life itself as well
the only life I've got, damn it
poorhouse for my unemployed wife
Foster Parents for my little children
life is nasty, brutish and short indeed
OhTod-Wie-Bitter-Bist-Du choristers
whispering Requiem in Pacem, Aeternam
but to no avail, I hear no more.

'O death, how bitter is the remembrance
of you to a person at peace with his possessions
to a man undistracted and prospering in everything
and still having strength to welcome a luxury.

Going home - Ten years after
9/11 - Fifteen years after
close to 3,000 people died
when US planes crashed into WTC
fifteen of the 19 attackers were Saudi nationals
at least 2,104 Palestinian were killed by the Israeli's
including 1,462 civilians, of whom 495
were children and 253 women (UN estimate)
Pie Jesu Domine, Dona eis requiem.

US Marines stand salute as US national anthem
played during 15th anniversary Memorial Service
In remembrance, US Congress unanimously
passed politically correct, a tit-for-tat Bill
allowing 9/11 victims' family and their neighbors
to sue the pants-off the bloody Saudi government
send the villains straight into Alighieri Dante's
high-carbon Purgatory of Chapter 11,14,15
forever bankruptcy, Via regia to the core of Hell
Dies iræ, dies illa, solvet sæclum in favilla.

Post tenebras lux -

After darkness, I hope for light.       

Footnotes - (1) As they say, timing is of the gasoline, I visited WTC 15 years ago when all at once, Hell on earth broke lose, I survived the crash, but it changed my life forever (2) Verse 7 is the English internet translation of 1 out of 4 Ernste Gesänge, "O Tod, wie bitter bist du, Op. 121, No. 3, written by Johannes Brahms (1833-1897), Wenn an dich gedenket ein Mensch der gute Tage und genug hat und ohne Sorge lebet, und dem es wohl geht in allen Dingen und noch wohl essen mag! (3) Un-translated Latin verses (check your Google Translate) are from the RC Requiem Mass, nocturnal evergreen, improbable to ever go out of fashion.