Unwilling weapons once flew high up in our sky; <br />Joining the madmen and innocent slated to die. <br /> <br />Two runaway silver birds were altered by course <br />Towards a once majestic skyline taken by force. <br /> <br />Side by each, the twins moaned, swayed and rumbled, <br />A shameless cruel intent to make America humbled. <br /> <br />Five proud sides stood, but only four shall remain, <br />History forever forged by the acts of the insane. <br /> <br />The last tortured bird cries out, ''We must fight! '' <br />Plummets toward the earth with great power and might. <br /> <br />We waited for dust to clear and the fires to settle, <br />So the haunted and brave could sift through the metal. <br /> <br />Hearing silenced cries as they continue to call, <br />Forcing heartbroken tears to well up and fall. <br /> <br />Honor the fallen in numbers so hard to comprehend. <br />Lives to be remembered and not just defend. <br /> <br />Pray God, let the time pass to allow us to heal, <br />Seeking real justice now, as our revenge shall fail.<br /><br />Andrea Pandas_Toy@msn.com<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poetic-justice-september-11-2000/
