Amid the rubble, smoke swirls about
Bricks in piles, broken fragments of life
Screaming our sorrows, hopelessness throughout
Tension rides the wind, camp is filled with strife
Visions of death and pain consume our minds
Should I feel jealous or pity the dead?
At peace, cold victims of the masterminds
Who planned the attacks for which we all have bled
I must block out the hurt and be strong, brave
Ignore the broken world surrounding me
Forget about those resting in their grave
Until I find time to mourn in safety
And while I survive through this bitter time.