The Tragedy of 9 11
On a beautiful day, skies clear and blue, stood two tall towers, twins so true. But up above something was awry, a boeing 767 had taken to the sky. But in this big plane all was not fine, because a group of people had crossed a line. These people were all terrorists, and horrible ones at that! They were called Al Qaeda and their goal was a splat! They wanted to send a message and kill important people, we all know it's bad, just downright evil. Hijacking the plane, crashing was their game. The damn whole thing was a downright shame. At 8:45 they hit the first tower, and the second plane hit right on the hour. Passengers aboard were all killed, so much innocent blood was spilled. First responders came to the scene. Smoke and bodies and not much else to be seen. Thousands injured, thousands dead. That day in history is now stained red. Those 3000 went up to heaven, on the day we know as 9/11.
Copyright © Alicia Cavanaugh | Year Posted 2024
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