Nine Eleven, The Outcry For Life Poem by Chan Mongol

NINE ELEVEN, THE OUTCRY FOR LIFE
Poem by Chan Mongol
2001


Nine Eleven! Three digits to call!
To live, not to die and not to fall!
But it derailed our rising civilization;
On this day of two thousand one!
Two little planes pierced two towers;
With the last day's thunders and roars!
Helpless humanity died in front of us;
NYC rescuers dedicated own lives, alas!
Such a great human civilization fell!
In the sophistication of the ‘never seen hell'!
The dropping of Atom bomb in Hiroshima, Japan;
It was another introduction to frighten!
Many villains also died and many will hide!
In name of freedom, why US always lied?
Some people of USA loved to do wars and killings;
Cowardice acts caused blood spillings!
Did they bring progress, liberty, peace?
In their battles, theaters and in treaties!
Wicked things were done to fix damages;
To repair fraud glories and images!
It was so simple to know why nine eleven done;
Deaths of millions were death angel's fun!
Nine Eleven! Three digits to call!
To live, not to die, not to fall!
But it derailed our rising civilization;
On this day of two thousand one!