No more the twin towers
that stood above all others,
No more the World Trade Center
the pride of every New Yorker.
Now rubble, dust and ashes
over blood, limbs and corpses,
Lives lost, merciless, senseless
Innocents gone, anger, sadness.
A nation cries for retribution,
The world cries in shame,
We spawn hatered and violence,
We live with the consequence.
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