Author's Note: This poem is mine and mine alone.

Many times I have wondered what it means to live,
What it means to die.
Many times I have wondered what it means to love,
What it means to hate.
I thought I knew the answer,
But now everything has changed.
Our world revels in death.
We thrive on hate.
And we have the gall to call it life and love.
We are creatures of deception-we lie to others and ourselves.
We have created Hell out of a place that was once paradise.
We are Human.
Tuesday, September 11, 2001