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A poem by: Ben Dunk.
Tenth year on – 9/11/2011.
Infamous nine eleven Swirling desert sand storms
At eight fifty and four Suffocate stranded fleers
The roll call of Heaven Showered by failing forms
Crashed through walls and the core And shrapnel from steel piers
Fire cruel and uneven Traumatized blinded worms
Flashed across a top floor. Christian, Muslim, Jew’s tears
At nine and minutes three Shattered planes and bodies
The second vile death flight Penetrating glass walls
Rammed our New York City Imagine painful cries
Thus amazed World wide fright And anguished final wails
Saw some sights not pretty From scalding steels and fries
Flames, bursts and smoke not right And ghastly hot-fire-balls
Those majestic towers Almost three thousand souls
Crumbling swift down to earth Met unexpected fates
In shattering powers Caused by criminal ghouls
Destroying proud birth Of antagonist faiths
By architect vowers Careless of victims roles
And despite rigid girth. And relative’s love-hates
In a travelling car A president so shocked
I heard the news man say Does retreat to cover
In a land away far The military is stocked
U.S. attacked like war Harmony time over
T.V. that fateful day In lands where zealots flocked
Showed falling starfish pray. Allied troops go to war
Celebrating cruel success At this time of prattles
In world’s sandy states Now in the tenth year gone
Tehran and Damascus, Retaliation’s battles
Cairo and Emirates, Five thousand soldier’s done
Cheers in Islamic mosques Ten thousand in shackles
For martyr emulates. And a million foe’s moan.
A poem by: Ben Dunk: May 2, 2011.
BIN LADEN DOWN
Post script for twenty eleven the First of May
Usama bin Laden lost his heinous snake head
Now he’s buried to rot in a most forlorn way
Banished permanently to an unknown sea bed.