instead of remembering
the anger and hate
the fear and suspicion
instead of a 12 year war
that no one can win
where everyone loses
where the aftermath continues to damage untold lives
We take something else from that fateful day?
The memory of
firemen entering the burning wreckage
ordinary people rushing to help
to give blood
to comfort the injured
to feed the rescuers
all joining together in compassion,
remembering loved ones
in shrines of flowers and candles
our hearts can be changed
so we can live in a world where, in Camus’ words,
we are Neither Victims Nor Executioners?
we worked, singly and together,
to make it happen?
By Lucy Dougall