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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required There was a certain dread in the air Like something ominous was ahead, The building started to tremble, It seemed impossible, a mental Numbness gripped the people, A disbelief, so morbid, As a plane crashed through the upper floors, Terrifying, just imagine, It was as if the grim reaper had come, so horrid, The plane exploded inside the tower Like a bullet, which sprayed bodies Everywhere, those still alive lived the horror, Desperate people on fire, jumping From windows, screaming, People dying, many loudly crying Bricks and mortar raining Down, falling alight, injuring Hundreds, some kept it together helping Others who wouldn’t make it, A day from Hell people yelled. The building we learnt, was burning from within, Melting the steel in the cement, The tower started shuddering. We are not going to make it people cried out, Their children their wives, their husbands, Their mothers, their fathers, their sisters, Their brothers, imagine them all how helpless They felt as they watched this present horror taking Place on TV, many driving with screeching Tyre's to the site, to see if this was real. The second plane that crashed into the Twin Tower, was much the same as the first. The same destruction, the same dread, the same . Fire enveloping the higher storeys as the plane Exploded. Murder most foul, The Towers ultimately fell, With thousands of people trapped, And many brave firemen amongst them, All dropping into a molten brick and Cement fiery grave. Our wish to their families is peace, For their heartbreak will never cease, And then to those who bore, The brunt of the American wrath, Innocent children amongst them killed Families bombed and perhaps Died or burnt to death By flames from buildings that spilled. We are all children of God, Why should anyone have to face Any human attack, a death squad, Was this not murder most foul? United we all deep down want the same, We want peace to reign. Yet history repeats itself, With the Israeli, Gaza carnage. On this day 9/11 My husband and I, had just entered the gym, and saw people People crowded by the TV. We saw the second plane crash Into the other twin tower, in time, as it happened, And were struck with horror at what was happening, Watching in total disbelief. Thank you Agatha Christie, Title, 'Murder Most Foul' borrowed from your book published in 1988
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