</>It is now ten years later.
And emotions are yet raw.
Folks can never forget
What they heard and saw.
Indelible images,
Of the worst kind,
Forever a nightmare—
Etched in the mind.
Innocent souls—
Gone in a flash.
Lives and buildings,
Reduced to ash.
Hearts yet pining
For the evil done
On September eleven,
Two thousand one.
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