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Confused Surreal 9-11
     By Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

While waiting for my car repair, the TV was turned on. 
Then one by one before shocked eyes, twin towers had been hit.
At first we thought it wasn't real when tower one was struck.
Dismal chatter bursting, frightful, brought crazed surreal stares.

Then one by one before shocked eyes, twin towers had been hit.
Thick smoke emerged from windowpanes dead silence on each face.
Dismal chatter bursting, frightful, brought crazed surreal stares.
We called the workers from the shop and franticness took place.

Thick smoke emerged from windowpanes dead silence on each face.
While watching number one in smoke, we saw the plane hit two.
We called the workers from the shop and franticness took place.
Together, strangers in a room, united by worst fears. 

While watching number one in smoke, we saw the plane hit two.
Trapped people started jumping out like mice between two poles. 
Together, strangers in a room, united by worst fears.
And human after human jumped from windows to their doom-

Trapped people started jumping out like mice between two poles. 
Frights like a horror movie airing on the morning news.
And human after human jumped from windows to their doom-
Reporters couldn't hold it in and quivers seized their voice.

Frights like a horror movie airing on the morning news.
News flashes disillusionments then changed from bad to worse.
Reporters couldn't hold it in and quivers seized their voice.
The pentagon was next in line. God!  Clear it out in time?

(continued)  For Nathan Leccese's 9-11 Contest.  Please read the continuation.

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