September 11

Kathleen Saunders

One fine day when we thought all was well
Came a terrible crash and some buildings fell
The horror and pain that we suffered that day
Will never ever be able to go away

People died, for what, we don’t really know
All we have left is the tomb stones to show
People were screaming and running away
Blood filled the city on that September day

The fire burned with such fury and aggression
People were left with a lifetime impression
Within hours the whole world could see
What had happened to this beautiful country

Men and woman became heroes that day
Some kept going back to help - refusing to go away
Some were lucky, some were not
But those who died will not be forgot

Why do men hate each other so much?
Why can’ t all of us feel God’s tender touch?
Why does greed and race cause so much pain
When will love arrive and always remain.

boontoe

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