Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 23,617 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

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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  • Valsa George (9/13/2015 1:19:00 AM)


    Once a tragedy strikes, we will be continually haunted by nightmares! We fear that violence and hatred may spurt out any time! With time, the wound may be healed, but the scar remains! The attack on the twin towers on September 11 th still remains as a great shock! Let hatred between nations and violence be totally removed from the face of the Earth! A timely write! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 11, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, September 11, 2016


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