9/11 Memorial Poem by Aman Farahi

Nine Eleven today
For the tenth time we commemorate
Remembering loved ones
And their unconvincing deaths
Heroes not knowing they were
Lost to heart wrecking terror

Times changed today a decade ago
In fire and under rubble wasted lives laid
Of Iraqis of Afghans and Pakistanis
Hundreds of thousands more have died

Some ask why commemorate 3,000 only
And not a decade of losses

Today the people shout
Today injustice again
Remembered to date
Massacre of the planes
But what of the
Massacres of bombs and the drones
What of these hundreds of thousands slain!

I to myself say
Remember your own, remember
If you are itching to mock
Mourning of a few thousands
Rather than hundreds of thousands
Know that deep down you envy
Not the difference of lives
But the difference of living!

You do not envy
Who is remembered and who is not
You envy who remembers
You ponder an American life reckons recalling
Other life is not worth rewarding?
Should even in death they not be regarded?

Today when the three thousand odd are remembered
From heavens the other hundreds of thousands thunder
Why only Americans remember American
When will our own awaken from the shocking slumber?

Why don’t the Afghans?
The Iraqis or the Pakistanis come out?
Show compassion and respect
Our names and of the falling spell out
Why even in death we remain rejects?

The kind, not others
Remember the kind
So why not say
Why sinister to date
Farewell our beloveds
If not in actions
But in our minds we pray

For you oh forgotten fallen,
Of any kind, of any time
Your wishes will live
Always, intertwined in mine

But as things stand
And memorials go
The dying Afghan must wish
Oh please an American death!