The World Trade Centre Doesn't Exist Anymore
Two-thousand and one. Eleventh of September.
A day we will always remember
When the world watched a city go ablaze;
Two tall towers were what caught the people's gaze.
Planes had flown and crashed like a missile,
With tragic consequences proving absolutely vile.
Every person left stunned, many with tearful eyes,
Not very common under pleasant blue skies.
The Pentagon next, and then followed by a field;
Shame the innocent passengers had no shield
To save themselves from their fiery end.
Man had witnessed evil like never before,
And one to take responsibility was Osama Bin Laden,
Laying back and not participating - the coward,
Possibly laughing at those who wallow and sadden.
It was a terrorist attack, one never seen before;
Who knows what else Al-Qaeda have in store?
A brutally callous attack claiming the lives
Of nearly three-thousand and two,
Including Brian Dale, Mike Cahill,
Dong Lee, and Todd Beamer, too.
We will not forget those who were victimised
For such history is always memorised.
New York City is not the same as it was before
Because, as all broken-hearted people know,
The World Trade Centre doesn't exist anymore.
poem by Stephen Cahill Furlong
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