Flashback 9​/​11

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VERSE 1
Eleventh of September, two thousand and one:
I started the day the safe side of the Hudson
and later on after the chaos had begun
running through Manhattan not knowing wha-gwan.

The scale of these event didn't hit me at the time;
how the people of the world would be affected by this crime.
Questioned by the feds over the contents of my rhyme:
Scotland Yard's counter terrorism - big fans of mine.

Thousands missing and injuries galore.
I glanced up and saw a white man walking towards
me and as he passed, he collapsed to the floor.
An ambulance arrived not a minute more

after this had happened. Medics tried to restore
life to this man. I just watched open-jawed.
They brushed away the dust from his face and I saw
the skin of a black man that was hidden before.


CHORUS
Tuesday like any other weekday...
Today I saw the devil at play.
True say, we'll never live the same way.
...I see the bloodshed soaked through this diary page.


VERSE 2
Canal Street, Chinatown, was locked down
I walked for miles: south, east, west, northbound.
At Washington Square Park, survivors were found
still in shock - an eerie calm all round.

Drawing strength from each other.
Not that far away cries of despair from another:
"What the hell has happened to my wife; to their mother?"
His daughter at his side and she was held by her brother.

NYPD wouldn't let them any nearer
to the World Trade Centre site. There was no dearer
price paid for going to work. There was hysteria
as the television broadcasts didn't make things any clearer.

I doubt the farmer ever thought it would succeed
to the extent that it did. I was caught in a stampede.
Not knowing where or why I was running at top speed.
Just knowing this confusion and doubt grew from their seed.


CHORUS
Tuesday like any other weekday...
Today I saw the devil at play.
True say, we'll never live the same way.
...I see the bloodshed soaked through this diary page.


VERSE 3
Holding back the tears. Disbelief. Choking.
Standing on the bank of the river at Hoboken.
No smiles to be seen; there was no joking
as downtown New York City was left smoking.

Built with an asbestos lining.
A thick cloud for days and at the same time a shining
end of summer sun and a southerly wind combining.
Exposure to those fibres is often uncompromising.

Hope-less hope: The search was thorough.
Missing signs were posted throughout the 5 boroughs.
Candlelight. Union Square, where the shared prayer
filled the air. Souls cried & teary eyes stared.

Now...take me away...
I love the City but could no longer stay.
I longed the UK. I jumped on a plane
and when I got on I waved back at the US of dismay.

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from A Brighter Light, released September 14, 2014

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