Nine Eleven

NINE ELEVEN That fateful day when the news came in Grim indeed, but seemed a world away The two tall pinnacles of a modern city It took some time to really feel the pity All colour disappeared, leaving only grey And in that moment chaos would begin Services were scrambled to reach the site One soon after the other, crashing down Crumbling stonework, and twisted iron All due to the human version of a prion Penetrating the very nucleus of downtown And a rapid spreading of fear and fright There was also a third attack later that day At the very heart of military intelligence Back at the collapsed World Trade Center Clouds hung in the air, like dirty polenta For such a wound, there was little defence And dusty survivors stumbled to get away A nation that never imagined such an event It was a most painful strike on body and mind Perhaps the warning signs were never heeded Some serious readjustment certainly needed Into the psyche, new determination enshrined And a message of war was packaged and sent