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