It was a September Blitz
and with tears in our eyes and ash on our tongue
we watched our world and our innocence,
burn in the shrapnel
Yeah a September Blitz
and for those who remember,
the sound and the thunder
we stayed changed,
frozen in a moment burned in flame
For those who hoped we would learn
that day never came and we watched it destroyed in the spiral of a plane
A September Blitz
a day of courage twisted to serve
a catalyst used for marching
not change, not unity
A September Blitz
a spreading fire of hate and mistrust
of tears and fear
But the young remember
the sound and the thunder
and with ash on our tongues
we strive to remember,
the flames and the fear
but also the hope,
the unending hope
rising from the smoke
C. Serret
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