(For the forgotten immigrant who lost his life on 9-11)
By Jeremy Davis
It was so long ago but… remember me!
And it all happened so very quickly.
As you pause to remember
That fateful September
Just comfort my mother and… remember me.
One Tuesday morning.
Too much pain from hate - now perpetual mourning.
All this hurt and tears,
All this pain and fear,
Where were you when the heavens fell?
So as you pause to remember, consider what happened… remember me!
And now the angels have all left this square,
But I am still stuck struggling here;
Just haunting the realm, anticipating my leave ‘cause I haven’t been called anywhere.
And their anthem has been sung bright and early
But this poor immigrant’s songs aren’t worthy.
As you pause to remember, please consider a stranger and just… remember me.
Jeremy Davis is a socially conscious writer and explorer. An emerging contemporary Caribbean author, who also works as a marketing and creative consultant when called upon, he enjoys teaching and working with young people but his truest passion is poetry. You can find him online at www.facebook.com/jafrikah or link to his books at www.amazon.com/author/jafrikah