November 25, 2008
My sight Blurred by smoke,
As we ran for our lives,
I wish you stood there gleaming,
And not fell to your death,

Planes attacked you like bullets,
You cried people falling to their deaths,
People screamed as they burned to death,
The sight makes you cry,

I will remember this,
You will remember this,
Those responsible we’ll remember
Those responsible we’ll find you

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Powd3er said...
Jan. 25, 2010 at 11:21 am
This poem has great flow and insight.
I really enjoyed it.
Lovely poem darling =]
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