September 11th

I know I haven't completed my Labor Day travel yarn. But then it is already September 11th.
I choose to ignore the date as if it is nothing.
Five years have gone by, and I can still remember it is it was yesterday. I had just woken up, when our maid came rushing home without buying the milk that morning. My mom and she switched were watching the TV news, as I walked in, I glanced at the screen, showing the towers in flames. I thought it was some movie running.
Cheap shot I thought.
Over ambitious simulation of some amateur film maker.
What are you watching? I asked.
This is news, its happening!
Cannot be.
How could it?

Now, I think you now?
Is the US immune to the wars?
While the world burns in ethic violence, ethnic cleaning, intense hatred and such, how can another nation, particularly on ein prominence escape.
When pictures of the suspects came up, I wished it wasn’t true, fearing the backlash the religion will face.
Innocence facing the wrath of ignorant radicals.
Not again.
Yet this also will pass.
The pain is too raw and too wide spread to simply ignore, yet this will be another blimp in mindless hatred history soon.
When will man stop hating another?
Will it ever be perfect?
Wishful indeed.
I wish it were just a cheap movie.