First Blood

Four metal birds take flight in a blue sky, Intent unknown to the world's calloused eye. One's overcome in its attempted ploy, Three succeed in their mission to destroy. A nation that has answered freedom's call Watches in disbelief the crumbling fall Of alabaster twins in anguished demise, Brought down by satan's power of disguise. One nation under God can't begin to equate How a people of faith can harbor such hate. Tears flow as rivers awash in a flood, A network of fanatics has drawn first blood. Some see the pentagram as the devil's sign; (I see the irony in satan's design.) What once was a dove transforms into a hawk; Will we the people lend our support or balk?