The Price of Freedom--Holly

Thought I'd shake things up a bit and stop posting short sci-fi stories. I wrote a couple of poems about 9/11 this year as a way to reflect, especially with the whole mosque thing. I wanted to know how I really felt about it, nine years later. The one I posted earlier was written to my brother, but this is the one where my anger really came out--I find that I still get mad when I think about it.