On that eleventh bloody day
The clock of three hundred years of freedom
Was quickly reversed.
On that ninth bloody month
One hundred and forty years of peace
Were foolishly wasted.
The tallest walls of the strongest pillars of earth
Were smashed into rubbles.
The military brain of the most powerful
Was bitterly shaken and moved
And its economic might seriously humbled.
The unthinkable indeed became a reality
When the days of the crusades and jihad,
Were almost repeated
When that radical arm of that religio – political society,
Penetrated the defences of that well defended country