The American :: essays research papers

At night I toss and turn watching my minds replay of people jumping out of the WTC, a hundred stories up. I hold back tears at every US tholepin flying at half-mast, at every sign of solidarity. I attempt to talk, to smile, to hope. Im explosive. My fury is the rumbling building my heart pumps outflow fuel. My mind burns and tears at the w altogethers of reality, and my world crumbles. All that is left hand is a bent and smoldering fury and not a intelligence upon which to direct it. War. Our flag waves war. Red, war. White, war. Blue, war. I see war in our faces. I hear war in our voices. It parades down streets, it titles our resolve New War. I have heard citizens call for war, my father demand war, my country hold up war. My humanity screams war And then falters without a chargeable people, without a guilty country, without a guilty religion upon which to wage it. Yet I sputter to find an enemy we all struggle to find an enemy to revolt against and crumble. I want to des troy their cause, their existence. I want to rage. But I am left unaided to commune with my country, the world -- humanity. We weep amidst rubble and smoke, death and fear. We weep at the tragedy we weep without justice.Do we dispatch? Bomb Afghanistan, bomb the Taliban, bomb countries that may have transgressed against us? on that point is our war Do we not have the greatest power in the world? Our might is legendary. Our power, beyond challenge. Why should we entertain repose, even for a moment? Let us strike first and then cast Why find the Terrorist who wielded destruction on America? Are they all not to blame? Why wait? We eff who they are we know where they are. So, let us bring the mighty hand of America upon their dubitable heads and shatter them into a thou sense pieces like so much sand in the wind. But is that not what we should fear? From superstar hateful group, we cause a gee. In one death a thousand home furious, determined. Will not their violence reap viol ence a thousand fold? And thus we will be forced to fight them all, tens of thousands, and one by one a thousand born.And should we believe that a unmarried man could do so much? As if terrorism grow from a single soul whose removal would allow tranquilitys return?