The teacher went tothe  memorial to remember nine eleven,

But she couldn't bear the sight of her final lesson.

Her students had been here once before seventeen years ago,

They lost their lives when the airplane was shining below.

She wiped a tear away when thinking of the memory.

The parents who came soon thought about young Gregory.

What could have happened if she was the one taken?

Most of the other graves have been long forsaken.

Everyone grabbed a flower and placed it on the tower.

"Stop!" the teacher said, "it's not that time of hour."

What everyone didn't see was the look in her eyes,

The attack was no mistake at all, no suprise.

She quickly reached into her purse and grabbed something sharp,

As everyone collapsed, she was left only with the carp.

No one seemed to notice the newest death that happened,

What they saw was the body she was trapped in.

She knew to kill or have her family be hurt!

The terrorists told her to do this on a spurt!

As she reached into her own purse one final time...

She swallowed the pills to get rid of her crime.