9/11

by pvbeth   Sep 13, 2006


Tall giants standing in the sun
none are as tall, not even one

they glisten as they stand tall and true
against a sky of a wonderous blue

then from out of no where a scream is heard
and people look to the sky and see one little bird

but this bird is not a bird, but a plane instead
who's only purpose is to leave people dead

it soars toward the giants in all of their glory
and knocks into one bringing down each and every story

people are screaming and running away
as a second plane dives into its powerless prey

it falls beside its twin, broken and defeated
the angels looked at the way the nation had been treated

the angels cried a sorrowful song in heaven
on the dreadful day of 9/11.

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