Prakash Mirchandani
So at last we made CBS
Saw the burnt out rubble at seven
Eden on earth that piece of heaven
(or so they said)
Burnt now, all smoke and loot and sand
as the great silence of death fell on the land
And oh the poor people
too afraid to take a stand
And those who died…
stabbed and stopped and rammed
into the dirty godforsaken humid
golden shimmering tourist beach sand
While faced with the cameras
Still the children
(they must have read the brochures)
still the awesome children smiled
their awesome smile
NYC
August 1, 1983
