Category : Poems

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In memory of 911 deaths.

In New York another nice autumn morning came.
Brighter and brighter the sun 
became.
Towards the south a group of wild geese were flying 
in formation,
Singing songs all the way through to their final destination.
On the ground a variety of flowers were blooming here and there.
Blossoms were perfuming the air.

All of a sudden a loud explosion was heard in the sky.
Two passenger planes dashed into Twin Towers awry,
Which led up to a huge explosion and cry.
Was it moviemaking?
No way, because people escaped, screaming with their bodies aching. 
Oh my God!  Why? Why?
As going back home the hijackers considered death.
They fought to the last breath,
For what kind of feud,
Which was so strong and rude?