'' America Is Great '' Poem by Bri Mar

The eleventh of September,
No hint of affray,
Your treachery we'll remember,
Forever and a day.

Everything was fine,
In New York city,
No-one could define,
There'd be ire and pity.

The terrorist coward,
Decided they'd die,
With god they're empowered,
Is one hell of a lie.

Take your own life,
Do not murder others,
As you suffer strife,
We're still sisters and Brothers.

Our deceased took the flak,
Though that we regret,
We will always look back,
We will never forget.

You'll forever be scum,
Your ways we won't borrow,
We will never succumb,
Neither then or tomorrow.

Now face the truth,
You're all evil within,
Your ways are uncouth,
Against us you won't win.

While you burn in hell,
Ours are in Heaven,
What we here can tell,
Is you shamed ‘' Nine Eleven ‘'

What you have shown,
Makes all terrorists irate,
It's what we've always known,

‘' America Is Great ‘'