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About This Poem
Americas Villain
Low flying plane
Cloudless sky, bright blue
Steel clashing, burning orange
Cloudless no more, smoke fills the sky
Thick, gray, rolls through the city
Much more than a tragedy
3,000 deaths
Millions affected
Billions left with a dark memory seared in their minds
By the hands of one, and
A search begins
War, oil, money
What are we really fighting for?
A man, a coward, a villain
A decade of suffering mentally,
The pain lies in the gaping hole of our hearts
And is filled, with the demise of
America’s villain
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