Twin Towers - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Two towers, there's no cutting corners
When, twin sisters, twist, burn come down
And bruise the conscience of a nation's
Combine soul, on or off shore.
There's little healing after the clouds clear
There's little peace of mind now, when an
Airplane flies soaring through our city skies
Overhead we envisage the head of a snake.
We envisage another two thousand deaths
We envisage the dragon's hot fiery breaths
We envisage the simple carnage of hate
We envisage freedom marred by tyrannical fate.
If only we could together stop the carnage
If only we could together stop the hate
If only we could have changed their fate
If, if we all had only one faith.
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