An anniversary approaches
a day in September
A tragic calamity called 9/11
you’ll remember
But let’s travel back in time
before crashing, burning towers
Before graveyards had an influx
of nearly three thousand groups of flowers
Four planes took on passengers
‘twas a change of venue that they sought
They’d driven, or been bussed, perhaps taxied
to use the tickets they had bought
On one plane a young girl
clutched her mothers loving hand
While on another a blossoming couple
ran fingers over their wedding bands
An aged pair, together many years
with flecks of gray in hair and eye
Lamented nervously how neither of them
had ever really liked to fly
There were a number of business people
boarding with leather brief case
It was the price to pay for getting
caught up in the eternal rat race
A little boy, barely a toddler
started crying on Flight 11, section two
The man who sat behind him
just rolled his eyes; what else could he do?
They came in all shapes and many colors
and they moved in different sizes
There were some on money making trips
others brought home summer prizes
Comprised humanity often looks the same
if you’ve ever been on a plane
But the people on these four “flights”
would never set foot on Earth again
No one seemed to notice that the aircraft
were of an altered configuration
Why, should that be a concern
in a free and trusting nation?
As they lifted off on their respective flights
seatbelts fastened, knuckles whitened
For on two planes the crew and passengers soon
had reason to be frightened
They’d been hijacked and now terrified
they knew not what lay ahead
And couldn’t know that in so short a time
they would all be very dead
Flights 11 and seven-seven would soon
crash through glass and steel
I’ve sometimes wondered when you’re vaporized
just what you actually feel
Hitting high on girded towers that seemed
almost to reach to heaven
And within hours they came crashing down
joined by a building known as 7
News flashes sped ‘cross America
and we were put on heightened alert
As the networks all scrambled
to find all and any terrorism experts
We were told that Flight 175 had also
slammed into the Pentagon
But by the time investigators arrived
they just saw a hole and a scorched lawn
Then we soon heard of bravery
a stirring tale that is told
How a group of our courageous countrymen
made a stand and said “Let’s roll”
This is Flight 93 that will soon
expire in a Pennsylvania field
Yet like the Pentagon, those who first arrive
find no wreckage a crash would yield
No giant aircraft pierced the Pentagon
that’s a judgment only a fool could not see
And whatever struck that farmers field
merely left something akin to “missile debris”
The evidence is so overwhelming
if we could just get more to look
This was a “false flag” operation
to get our country on the war hook
The towers that came screaming down
were clearly a “planned demolition”
View the testimony, be a “true patriot”
and then decide by your own volition
The men who planned this crime,
and have done no time,
still walk among us today
And from the looks of things,
there won’t come a day
when they ever have to pay
Nationalism, which renders blindness
and has worked its charms before
Has allowed the guilty to walk free
and drag our nation into war
Now at a site they call “ground zero”
Islamic hatred is becoming frantic
And I speculate if two planes with “human cargo”
lie at the bottom of the Atlantic
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