Standing tall for all to see.
Touching the sky is no longer a would-be.
Never swaying by the breeze,
But one group sought to seize.
Two crashes like thunder
And brought all me to a blunder
To watch and scream in fear
There was no time for a single tear
Men in red fought to defend.
But fire they had to contend
For all breath to leave your chest.
To lay so many to their rest.
Where life suddenly seemed to stall,
When two towers began to fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem