The tower went down
Number seven, not five
Straight down in seconds
The champ took a dive
It was the control site
Of all that occurred
The horrific day
That shocked the whole world
The planners got out
And marched down the street
With death at their heels
And guilt at their feet
It’s easier far
To believe all their lies
Than to fully accept
What you see with your eyes
The airwaves were full
Of the hypnotic chant
About terrorist plots
And Al-Queda cant
The president said
Just several days later
Don’t listen to any
Conspiracist prater
Americans bowed
To the yoke and the rod
And submitted their wills
In the name of their god
But God has no use
For the ignorant mass
He watches and waits
For the foolish to pass
And then, one by one
He initials a spark
In each soul who’s ready
To light up the dark
To think and examine
The evidence fully
To study the facts
And review testimony
Of physicists, experts
In explosive arts
Who show how the
Buildings could not come apart
By the fires of the fuel
Or the impact of planes
Discount one by one
What the government claims
No 7-4-7
Was spread on the lawn
Fuselage, wings, bodies
Never were found
In the empty façade
Through a hole the winds whistle
Too small for a plane
Just the size of a missile
Each soul must do battle
One side or the other
Only clear thinking
The truth will uncover
So carry the banner
Of truth and of light
Refuse to be silenced
And fight for the Right.
Christine Natale
August 24,2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem