I know this is a day late. I wanted the 1st time I shared it publicly on my most active social accounts tied to the anniversary it was created for, which put me in a ridiculous time crunch... because every time I thought I was done, I saw 1 more thing that could make it better. Ironically, THAT’s why it is not perfect.
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Twenty-Five Later started as a poem about the part of “Never Forget” that I think gets lost.
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The people killed on 9/11 were strangers to the people who hated them. They were reduced to what someone else had taught those attackers they represented. That idea kept bothering me because 25 years later, we still let other people hand us labels, enemies, fears, and beliefs we may never stop to question for ourselves.
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That contradiction became this song.
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If this message makes you think of someone, please share it with them. Not to prove a point. Not to win an argument. Not to shame them.
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Share it because somewhere along the way, too many of us got comfortable letting fear, anger, headlines, politics, algorithms, and other people decide who we should distrust or hate.
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Nearly 3,000 people lost their lives on 9/11. If “Never Forget” is going to mean anything beyond remembering the day they died, then maybe part of honoring them is making damn sure we don’t keep handing that same kind of hatred to the next generation.
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If there is anyone in your life who needs to hear that, please let this message reach them.
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The lyric video is on my HyperFollow below:
https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/bandurkagifts/twenty-five-later
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LYRICS
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The morning was moving like any before
Then one breaking image came through every door
A voice on the phone, a screen filled with smoke
And somewhere inside us, the normal had broke
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We waited for answers that nobody knew
One plane became two, and the fear only grew
Who else was in danger, what waited ahead
As the next breaking headline counts more of the dead
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Twenty-five later, we honor the date
Still lower the flags, and remember their fate
But if “Never Forget” was a lesson to stay
Then why do we still let our hate lead the way?
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We learned every name, every number, and place
Remember the towers, the smoke, and each face
But if all we preserved was the grief from that day
Then we failed each lesson their loss should convey
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We learned how fast fear can turn into blame
How anger can spread while we feed it a name
We saw what division can cost when it grows
Still somehow we chose not to learn what it shows
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Twenty-five later, we honor the date
Still lower the flags, and remember their fate
But if “Never Forget” was a lesson to stay
Then why do we still give our own minds away?
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If hate lit the fuse that destroyed lives that day
Then hate cannot be what we carry away
We failed when remembrance got tangled with blame
When we let someone else decide who to shame
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“Never Forget” was supposed to mean more
Than names on a wall and a date we restore
It should have taught us what hatred can do
But twenty-five later, we still feed it too
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Twenty-five later, we honor the date
Still lower the flags, and remember their fate
But “Never Forget” should have changed how we live
Not just how we mourn, but the hatred we give
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We got too complacent. Gave our minds away
Let headlines and slogans tell us what to say
We traded our judgment for voices on screens
Then called it conviction while living fake dreams
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We got weak in the places that needed a spine
Too lazy to question who shaped every line
If “Never Forget” means a damn thing today
Then take back the power that we gave away
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Twenty-five later, we honor the date
Still lower the flags, and remember their fate
If 9/11 showed what hate became
Then “Never Forget” means we don’t do the same
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This was a pretty impromptu project, and AI was 1 of the tools I pulled from my creative toolbox while putting it together.more