9/11 Poem by Daniel Sims

On an Autumn day, rated two-fifty-four
The emotion and tears will always be raw
For two tall twins stood proudly tall
Above the rest of their family all

The icon and symbol of all that was good
Against the symbol of the mask and hood
One would rise out of the dust
And what would follow, is seen as just

The twins of two by one one zero
Reduced to simply level zero
To live or to die, no hands should decide
But the plague of terror is now worldwide

But the figure of two-seven-five and a three
Is never forgotten for me and for thee
For vital importance is there for this date
As in this date, held the twins fate