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September eleventh, Two thousand one, Terrorists attack, War has begun. Four planes are hijacked And driven off course. They head for their targets With incredible force. Two head for New York, Another to D.C. One crashes in Shanksville Mysteriously. The first two collide With New York’s twin towers. A devastating scene Of unthinkable power. The north tower’s hit first Up near the top. It smolders and burns Never to stop. The second plane hits Much lower than the first Into the south twin tower Then things get even worse. The World Trade Center Crumbles to the ground. What used to be economy Is now an ashen mound. |
The Pentagon’s walls. A hundred different lives, One plane destroys them all. Buildings continue to fall, Destroyed by the debris, Creating the most infamous day In American history. Many nations stand by us Ready to follow our lead. The Big Apple shall be restored From its democratic seed. We can only hope That this terror will cease As our unified nation Prays to keep peace. Nothing is how it was And nobody knows what will be. The future might bring peace for all Or it might bring World War III. United we stand, Divided we fall, Together we prove That we’ll conquer all. -Donald J. Dubie Jr. Written: September 12, 2001 Copyright 2002, Purely Poetry All Rights Reserved. |
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