9/11 Is a Rape to all American Babies born in 2001

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9/11 Is a Rape to all American Babies born in 2001

If you out there are celebrating, today,
the lives of thousands periled in the attacks
by extremist Muslims eight years ago;
if you out there are mourning, today,
the lives of your loved ones murdered
by extremist Muslims eight years ago;
If you out there are still living with all
those cadavers piled up on your consciences;
If you out there still ignore Extremist Muslims
killing more their own cousins
than any foreign citizens;
If you out there still ignore Racism in the
United States of America zombifying more
Patriot Americans than any American haters;
If you out there still refuse to accept
racism and terrorism are CANCER;
If you out there still refuse to accept
racists and terrorists are COWARDS;
If you out there are still having the hatred
Loaded in your heart for the Americans,
the Arabs, or for the American-Arabs;
If you out there are still feeling Comfortable
with your hearts over loaded,
your brains senseless filled up by the hatred for
all those who See the world
as just one- not as a fragment of humans;
If you out there still are looking for that hidden
airport in the lower of the City that never sleeps;
If you out there are still breathing and moving around
with that smell, those bodies at your nose;
if you out there still don't give damn
about the day of September Eleven;
today, one of the beautiful babies,
born in the year of 2001, grilled me.
I was stunned.

I was unprepared.

I was out of me.
I am telling you, I was grounded.

Ti moun'nan asked me what September Eleven is.
L'enfant wanted an ANSWER.

Ti Chovi'a wanted the truth.

The child wanted to know why of that day of 9/11
in the memories of American children.

I truthfully explained that beautiful child
about the fate of the innocent Americans,
but I believe I did lie- a big fat so lie.
I lied to my loved one. I lied to my little baby.
I cowardly lied to my own sweet little one.
I was guilty.

I was not a man. I absolutely failed.

I did not tell that emotional child
the terrible scarce in my face was her scream,
and that of thousands other beautiful kids like her,
being RAPED by nineteen extremist Muslims, right
here, on the soil of the United States of America;
Right here in three of the original thirteen States
Of the United States of America.

And on the date of September 11, 2001.
There was an eight forty-six A.M.,
Probably I was still in my bed.
There was a nine zero-three A.M.,
Maybe I was lively dreaming.

There was a nine thirty-seven A.M.,
I thought Jah-fari got me high with his medicine.

There was a ten zero-three A.M.,
And there were a nine fifty-nine A.M.,
And a ten twenty-eight A.M.
Yes, that was a morning rape.
That was a hard morning to wake up in.
That was a hard morning to believe you're in.
That was a hard morning to feel being a man.
That was a hard morning to trust another man.
That was a hard morning to trust the sky.
That was a hard morning to look in the sky.
That was a hard morning to keep your eyes open.
And that was a hard morning to understand.

Yes, the American babies were raped on the land
Of the Great Philosopher King Thomas Jefferson.

They were raped on the same dust
they were born in their all naivety.

They were violes dans la meme poussiere the great
Albert Einstein brought his family to refuge.

And they were well welcomed and well established.

Shalom to the great Jewish family man!
No, I did not have the courage to tell
That child I witnessed how her beautiful eyes-
And those of millions others- being popped
By nineteen decisive young driven Arabs.

They were under extreme influence of killing by masses.

They were determined in their suicidal pride.

They crushed their teeth.

They tightened their lips.
They frowned.

They waxed their forehead.

They were sweating.

And they stank.

And they were mean on American' soil.
Greetings, the Presidents of the United States of America!
Let's get this bottle of my red wine emptied
In the name of President James Madison
And all other great Americans granted the inspiration
Of my Great God to create this country with its unique spirit.

O My Great God, O the almighty, you who crafted me
With a piece of the Sky and a piece of the Earth;
You who created me with an additional sense;
You who secretly created me the special day,
Or the same day you were at rest;
You who taught me how to drink my red wine,
And how to communicate with my white horse;
You who destroyed an entire world just because
You wanted to preserve the great Noah and his beloved;
You who inspired the great Moses to head
Towards the ocean and trap the corruptors;
Please great creator of all passengers,
Creator of all Great philosopher Kings,
Allow me your genuine permission to hear these great
Presidents' testimonies from their own mouths.

These American presidents came from Mount Rushmore.

They are unique in their genres.

They are proud out there, and they are handsome.

They are eager to talk to me. They trust me.
O my Great God, O my Great Almighty,
Great creator of the Lightning Bolts and the Hurricanes,
And you've placed them upon my services and my commands.

President George Washington!
"Mr. Lavaud Hold Desmoulins!"
What'd you see from the mountain, Mr. the President?

"I saw American Airlines Flight 11."
Who did you see, Number 1?

"Mohamed Atta al Sayed, Waleed al-Shehri,
Wail al-Shehri, Abdulaziz al-Omari, Satam al-Suqami.

What did they say, Sir?

"Allah Akbar! Allah Akbar! Allah Akbar!"
Mr. The Father of his Country!
"Mister The Change!"
Salaam Alaikum!
"Assalamu Alaikum Wa Rahmatullahi Wa Barakatuh!"
President Thomas Jefferson!
"Mr. Lavaud Hold Desmoulins!"
Que voyiez vous de la montagne, Monsieur le President?

"Je voyais American Airlines Vol 77."
Qui voyiez vous, Number 3?

"Hani Hanjour, Khalid al-Mihdhar, Majed Moged,
Nawaf al-Hazmi, and Salem al-Hazmi."
Que disaient-ils, Sir?

"Allah Akbar! Allah Akbar! Allah Akbar!"
Mr. The Father of the Declaration of Independence!

"Mister The Right!"

Salaam Alaikum!

"Assalamu Alaikum Wa Rahmatullahi Wa Barakatuh!"

President Abraham Lincoln!
"Mr. Lavaud Hold Desmoulins!"
What'd you see from the mountain, Mr. the President?

"I saw United Airlines Flight 93."
Who did you see, Number 16?

"Ziad Jarrah, Ahmed al-Haznawi,
Ahmed al-Nani, and Saeed al-Ghamdi."
What did they say, Sir?

"Allah Akbar! Allah Akbar! Allah Akbar!"
Mister The Great Emancipator.

"Mister The Justice."

Salaam Alaikum!

"Assalamu Alaikum Wa Rahmatullahi Wa Barakatuh!"
President Theodore Roosevelt!
"Mr. Lavaud Hold Desmoulins!"
What'd you see from the mountain, Mr. the President?

"I saw United Airlines Flight 175."
Who did you see, Number 26?

"Marwan al-Shehhi, Fayez Banihammad,
Mohand al-Shehri, Hamza al-Ghamdi, Ahmed al-Ghamdi."
And what did they say, Sir?

"Allah Akbar! Allah Akbar! Allah Akbar!"
Mister The Rough Rider!
"Mister The C.R.J.!"
Salaam Alaikum!

"Assalamu Alaikum Wa Rahmatullahi Wa Barakatuh!"
There was a storm.

There were other pilots.

They were hugging each other.

They were Happy.

They were strange.

Their languages were so different.

They were loud. They loved to die.
They had planned to die like that.
They were excited they were going to die.
They wanted to die with me in their own way.
They wanted to die with everybody in their own way.
They were afraid of dying alone.

They lowered altitude, Hudson River was there.

But no one jump. Everybody stayed put. There were no hopes.

There were short breaths.

There was a flood of tears.

"Allah Akbar! Allah Akbar! Allah Akbar!"
There was a looming.

It was dark.
There was a scream.

And that scream stopped.

Te gen fyev frison.

Te gen anpil tranbleman.

Kem sote. Kem plen. Kem gwo.
Bouch mwen lou. San'm tresayi.

M'anvi vomi.
Mwen demanbre.

Mwen deposede.

Mwen pa gen sans.
"Bodies fallen!"
Le cri aigu des petits bebes-la
a brise mon verre de vin rouge.

"This building is collapsing!"
J'ai vu des tessons dans mon verre.

"Another one is collapsing!"
J'ai vu des tessons dans les yeux
of my comfy White Horse.

"What happened to the people inside?"
I was not asleep.

Nor was I off that spot.
I was well alive.

My eyes were wide open.
And that beautiful child was a daughter of mine.
She is blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh.

She is a New York City born.
And she is the American pride.

Yes, 9/11 is a Rape to All Beautiful American
Babies born in the year of 2001.
And I lied to my beautiful daughter.

Lavaud Hold Desmoulins, a.k.a., The C.R.J. philosopher-poet.

9/11/2009)

The Dark Knight, September 24 2009, 5:21 PM

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