Two Pillars no more

Television set leaps in my vision with images depicting the horrors.
Neck tingles and I hear the frantic tone in the reporter’s voice.
‘Do you see? Do you see?’
Bile rises in my throat as I realise the difference between reality and fiction.
I know not what to say to my friend when he feels nothing at the sight.
‘I hate America. Not Americans but America.’
I turn away from his lack of compassion and know that friendship is doomed.
He is doomed.
The predictions are coming true then. Is this just the beginning as they said?
The strange kind of calm that befalls me then is worse than the horrors of before.
‘Try and be of the world but not in it.’ New-Age, Zen advice but is that really achievable in the human state?
Survival mode sets in for always and since then I’ve been waiting.
Ready.
For what I don’t know.