reflection of the ages

For some reason, Canalori loved this poem. It was a reflection on some documentary that we watched on 9/11 by two French guys. How do I know that she liked this? Well, she gave me a 50/50 and wrote "Nice" in pretty large letters. So, for your viewing/reading pleasure, here it is.

As the memories began to fade,
To watch a documentary I was made,
With images shown that were so profound,
They had enough power to shake the ground.
This film had me caught in a surge of emotion
About a people that came from across the ocean.

All things resurfaced that I was once made to feel,
With these thoughts it was time for me to deal.
Misconceptions and ignorance abound,
My revelation was quite profound.
It was not a whole people or even few,
This was a group of extremists with their visions askew.

In me were awakened nightmares few years amassed,
Forcing me to shake the dead hand of the past.
Images were thrust upon the television screen
I became a zombie, my gazed fixed upon the machine.
Questions long since dead were raised anew,
Question that I alone would be forced to work through.

New York, New York, from this you will only be stronger,
Your pain and anguish will haunt you no longer.
The jewel of the west, you have been slightly tarnished,
Your sorrow left out in the open, unvarnished.
Lift your spirits on high, rejoice in what is left behind,
Let cries of freedom and liberty soar, unconfined.