"September 11th" by Meredith BergmannOn the 20th Anniversary of 9/11: ‘Sonnet of September’ and Other Poetry by Christopher Matthew Thomas The Society September 22, 2021 Culture, Poetry, Terrorism 3 Comments . Sonnet of September Two thousand one eleven September, terrorists hijacked four planes in the sky. The crew, the passengers, did surrender, to those Bin Laden had sent to die. Two thousand one eleven September, the Pentagon and Twin Towers were hit. Buildings collapsed into ash and ember, and bodies were buried in steel and grit. Two thousand one eleven September, all the leaders prayed, all the people cried, and the nation promised to remember, the over three thousand people that died. Afghanistan, Iraq, and one score, people promised but remember no more. . . The Death March Soldiers march in line under the moonlight, having failed the mission and missed the shot, surrendered their weapons and means to fight, they are banded and led away to rot. They march on without food, water or rest, driven on to an unknown place or end, defenseless and unable to protest, their hope and morale begin to descend. The weary stop and topple to the ground, their bodies are pierced by a bayonet, while others trudge on and don’t make a sound, but hope their comrades died without regret, When the marching stops will the dying cease? When the war is over will there be peace? . . Christopher Matthew Thomas is a bi-vocational church planter in Yokosuka, Japan. He works for the US military and is a former Army Officer. As a Soldier he completed tours in Iraq, Afghanistan, and Egypt. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 3 Responses Paul Freeman September 23, 2021 Two raw and emotive poems with layers of messaging. The two questions we are posed at the end of The Death March are incredibly strong at bringing the narrative out of the history books and forcing us to consider the answers. Thanks for two poignant reads, Christopher. Reply Christopher Matthew Thomas September 23, 2021 Paul, Thank you for your kind words about the poems. Reply C.B. Anderson October 9, 2021 In these two poems you have done a good job of counting syllables, but the meter is quite unclear. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.