I remember the day they tore down the towers.
Airplanes hijacked; crumbling US power.
Giant yardsticks of elegant wealth.
Slim, streamline shafts: austere obelisks.
The anchor pillars of Wall Street.
A chilling quiet fell upon the globe,
When the skies were suddenly empty.
No jet stream trails
running like a river through the clouds
on September eleventh.
As America looked up to empty skies.
From across the Atlantic, nations ran frantic on the terror level,
and in far away lands, where they rule by divide,
as the second tower plummets -
They celebrate.
A cry for revenge from heartbroken citizens;
Bin Laden the new hate figurine.
Islam the new enemy.
And while gazing into the flashing photography
images and films coming from the TV,
where hopes for thousands fell.
I acknowledge the knights; hero-hearted,
Trying to save the sheep-innocent from their title
‘Infidel.’
And with steel-clad courage
they fight through the metal, debris damage
of the rubble-buried masses.
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