I watched as the towers fell to the ground
And listened to the sickening sound
Of screams for fear of what was
And for grief for those they love
I went to school and watched all day
As my stomach churned on the way
The body count got higher and higher
More were found, and when they extinguished the fire
Still more were being pulled out
Every loved one let out a shout
Five years later and Osama's still free
The taliban are running wild, and we're left with the fee
We persecute those who look like the hijackers
They move on, but we are the slackers
We stood tall if only for awhile
Through the rubble, our brotherhood let us smile
For they awoken a demon of sorts
Ugly, rancid, and full of warts
Brotherly love was found that day
Something we talked about, but will it stay
Tragedies form the times in life
Love gets us through the rough nights
Memories give us strength and doubt
Our daily lives are only histories grout
The memories of 9/11 will live on
Even after those who lived it are gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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