9 1 1 Night
What a night it was:
Same skyline, same darkness
Same stars, same twinkling
But one thing quite different - atmosphere!
With thoughts of near and dear ones
Looming large on their worried minds
Wandering whether they'd still be alive
Or lying dead in the dusty debris.
People couldn't talk
People couldn't walk
People couldn't sleep
And lay awake whole night.
They shattered the 'Twin Towers'
Which were like the 'nose' of America,
They slammed in to the 'Pentagon'
Hitting the very 'hear' of Uncle Sam.
How monstrous of the terrorists
To attack American 'icons'
A benign country which helps poor nations
With money, material and medicines
How could this happen? they mused
And happen to us, O Jesus!
Number One powerful country
Replete with overflowing wealth.
'Super Power' only a while ago,
But now turned in to a battered sight
Lying prostrate, licking its wounds
Such was that awful, fearful, tearful night.
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