Goodbye Devil
by Michael J Falotico
The Devil staged the day..
Directed the horror and disarray..
He sat safe in his chair as the planes took aim..
Thousands died and now a city never the same..
Years have past as the smoke has cleared..
Still too many men and women have un dried tears..
Now the Devil wrapped in a blanket like a broken man..
Sits in front of TV watching himself trek across the sand..
A quiet day the choppers came and knocked on his door..
Now the Devil rots in hell and his terror nevermore..
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2011
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