Nine-Eleven Poem by SinJace Ramos

You painted us red, white and bruised
A sucker punch out of the blue
The twins fell we were stun
But our colors would not run
Like a coward you hit and ran
Hid behind the skirt of the Taleban
But their power didnt last
You must have felt aghast
Then Pakistan West Point had your back
Day of reckoning thrown offtrack
The search was long the end quick
One head shot did the trick
A seal ended your psycho babble
Lucifer awaits your arrival
9-11 has been avenged
3,000 Angels smile from heaven