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Adalet Budak

September 11, 2001

The Sun, like a child who has lost her mother, has been crying all day long.

Now, at sunset, it is time to go down to the unknown place.

The sad, red clouds want to cry, but don’t; they give the Moon their mission.

The Moon is sad because its mission is to light Ground Zero; after it finishes,

The Moon will cry too because it has seen the Twin Towers on the ground.

The Moon knew them—before they collapsed in the attack, they had seemed

like a young boy and girl, hand in hand. The girl was tall, thin and beautiful.

Her clothes were her many windows like mirrors; she was as beautiful as a butterfly.

The boy was also tall and handsome, and his face gave light to his surroundings.

They loved each other and promised each other to live forever hand in hand; but

their promise has been broken.

Now they are only a heap of stone and steel; watching them, the Moon will cry.

They are sleeping and yet still burning—among the flames on the ground

It seems like Hell. Many lives are in that heap, lives that didn’t have time to say goodbye

to mothers, fathers, wives, husbands, and children.

Adalet Budak (from Turkey)

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