Poetry 'n Prose

I Do Not Know Your Name

A poem written by Kenny Harris begins and ends with the following line:

I do not know your name, but I know you died
I do not know from where you came, but I know you died

He wrote it after visiting some war graves. I couldn’t find any poems of remembrance for non-military people who had died in a war but these lines really sum up how I feel.

As we approach the 10 year anniversary of 9/11, I’m sure many of us will reflect on where we were when the first of the planes struck. I watched it all happening on the Internet. At first there was disbelief as it looked like a hoax but as we watched people jumping to their deaths and news came from other sources, it became vividly clear that this was real. Did the world change that day?

9/11 reminded the West that in war, it wasn’t just soldiers who died. Was this the first time since Pearl Harbour that Americans had been attacked on their own home soil? The most shocking thing was these were people who were just having ordinary days the same as I was – going to work, having breakfast, doing their day to day. They weren’t aware of any war, nor that they were potential targets. And it still doesn’t feel like war, it still feels like murder as it did in London 6 years ago.

I didn’t know any of them, but I know they died and tomorrow I shall be sitting under a tree in quiet reflection / contemplation for them and their loved ones, being aware I am alive.

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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