After 9-11
The
Cost
Of 9-11
At least it
Seems to me
Was something lost
No amount of money can buy
Something hallowed beyond value
Buried in the dust of ground zero
Spread over Manhattan Island
Like an unnatural cloud
Call it our innocence
And leave it at that
Or call it simply
Liberty
It was a price too dear
That no politician can pay
That no party or lobby can buy
No administrator can mandate
Innocence lost
Like a child
Come of age
In a world
That making money
Is the only rule of law
by Hugh M. Lewis
The Great Wall Revisited
Trails in the Snow
1991-1993
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Last Updated: 03/16/05