HOW WOULD YOU MAKE THE CALL.
(Five years after all of their last calls faded.)
It was simply a choice between the window, or thousands of degrees of heat,
already melting the nylon stockings to her trembling legs. Her sun yellow dress,
would soon burst into tiny blue flames , while she breathed in the stench from her stylishly set hair, as it crisped beyond any curling iron damage she had ever known
Sure the tiny, nagging worry that her dress would balloon up.over her face, and make her look ridiculous in mid-air, bothered her just a bit, but the heat, the god-awful heat, was now melting her barrettes to her head, and her shoes were sticking against the scorching floor. Her undergarments like hot glue adhered to her flesh while she suffered from the molten metal straps above.
"Please God, Forgive me!" she pleaded as the window burst first, and then she followed, taking an early flight, from her short life, with a long wail of, "I love you, Mom and Dad."
Tears streaming as she plummeted 108 stories, to land with a wet explosive crump, along with hundreds of others, also falling in twisted spirals to the waiting avenues of death below them.
How would you make the call, as you stood poised on the lip of a blast furnace, behind you, with nothing too look forward too, but emptiness, and a long drop to eternity?? Who would you have called, and what would you have said, in the mere minutes left, before your cell phone melted into a soft blob even as you spoke.
Think about this, think about their last moments, when your finger falls on that
button to select our next leaders, come November, knowing that her death as well as three thousand others are still unavenged. The man who ordered them killed,
still breathes fresh cooled air, in some protected place, and enjoys as he watches videos of their leaps of faith, and laughs loudly at the false American hopes of retribution now five years neglected.
How will you make the call, pressed against the flames of a now unwanted war with no exit plans? In a country that did nothing to make the towers fall.
Facing the depressing choice, of many more years of these same Republican leaders, re-instated to support Bush, Cheney and their upcoming replacements with more useless tactics to catch him.
Bin that is. Remember Him???
Or rather should we take a leap of faith, away from five years of flames, but failure, A new direction, a detour from staying the course, a better answer
then just the slow burn of another Republican controlled government stabbing blindly, in the midst of a civil war with great cost to our troops, in the wrong corner of the Middle East .
I have been laden, with Bin laden for to long, and the memories of the so many faces pressed against the heated glass, of a planes porthole, a skyscrapers top stories, and the Pentagons convoluted offices still haunts my soul.
