They bombed a city, with wings of steel...
Showered people with concrete to kill.
Ashened ruins of structured twins...
Americans saddened by terrorists cheating way's-wins.
It made me ache inside, me shudder...
As i quaked, and did madly mutter.
With anger rising inside my head...
While on the screen, watching all the strewn away dead.
Blood and smoke consumed us all...
On that day, we felt not, too tall.
Later on in the day, we looked to kill...
Revenge, all we thought, was our only, sought of will.
The thrill to kill those deeds of hate...
Would not go away and thus, abate.
For on the day that judgement comes...
Those terrorist', demons-will rightly taste
the rightious crumbs.
They'll stay in Hell, when'st all they came...
Live in heated and forbidden shame.
In the end-
God's judgement-will be their fame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem