That Final Breath

A quiet September morning, and then evil came, ravaging our country, never feeling any shame. The course of your action, is now yours alone, ours is disbelief, our people did nothing wrong. The face of our enemy, we know so well, the heartache over whelmed us, as we all stared. The smoke and debris, flying everywhere, now six years later our hearts are still there. Your worth is nothing, a coward of hate, go hide in your cave or get under a rock, hell is waiting, as that final breath, you take. September 11th. etched in our hearts, and minds forever.