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Just nineteen years ago twin towers crashed, And now new tower stand on top of ash. Buildings are lighted, respects are paid, we swear To not let tragedy happen again. Yet ten times casualties in this city, Turn blind we take it as a victory. Will nineteen years later we remember If we exchange lives for economy?
Divided we are, not by deep ocean, But by mistrust between human nations. In poverty we build isolation, Protecting us from evil influences. At crossroad we depart and leave others, Refusing to hear we are going backward. Stronger as bunch, and weaker as one stick. When sea can form tornado, streams dry up.
My neck was yelling in protest of pain By working hard in front of computer. No more walking on street and no more train. No more phone and keycard to remember. The only human I saw was doorman, Who sat behind the glass under the mask. Some good day I saw delivery man, And handed him good tip for life risking task. In weekends I walked ten blocks to DUMBO, And looked at bustling life in great distance. Pretending non New Yorker I took photo, Instagrammed it to prove my existence. Confined at home was no more subnormal. The distanced life became the new normal.