There commenced a prevalent time,
Not knowing many would float above.
A direful action that not one could mime
Now saying their woes to the ones they love.
A surprise had happened once before
Causing many to run and cover one-self
Now again surprise is knocking at our door
History does like to repeat itself.
Hence it began on a clear blue day,
When souls were happy and bright.
For many to work they go away
Not knowing disaster had taken flight.
People have working, high in the air
Unknown, getting ready for what is in store.
They sight coming towards, a dove right there
Just larger it was, a thousand times more.
It was at this time God lifted his hand
And we smelled a breeze that didn't take care,
For there was no safety over this land
Then shock and fear struck those in midair.
In the blink of an eye existed flames and fire
But in a few minutes it repeated, the history.
The large white dove had hit the first much higher
Your eyes don't deceive you; the sight's no mystery.
Dost here there is panic, hurry and screams,
Elsewhere there is peace but not for long.
A dove in sight of five sides, so it seems,
The mad one that does not right but wrong.
Now all that's left, is the four.
And the twins have ultimately, yet sorrowfully fell.
For they are no longer visible from shore
There is a sound coming, the awesome death knell.
Finally seeing that we suffered a great deal,
God lowered his hand and struck down a dove.
We cry, for despair and loss is what we feel.
He watched and taught us a lesson from above.
Now there is no longer any urgency
"This will test our nation's resolve," he said.
'Twas a great day of emergency,
On the paper next day it was, attack we read.
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 12:39 AM UTC
There commenced a prevalent time,
Not knowing many would float above.
A direful action that not one could mime
Now saying their woes to the ones they love.
A surprise had happened once before
Causing many to run and cover one-self
Now again surprise is knocking at our door
History does like to repeat itself.
Hence it began on a clear blue day,
When souls were happy and bright.
For many to work they go away
Not knowing disaster had taken flight.
People have working, high in the air
Unknown, getting ready for what is in store.
They sight coming towards, a dove right there
Just larger it was, a thousand times more.
It was at this time God lifted his hand
And we smelled a breeze that didn't take care,
For there was no safety over this land
Then shock and fear struck those in midair.
In the blink of an eye existed flames and fire
But in a few minutes it repeated, the history.
The large white dove had hit the first much higher
Your eyes don't deceive you; the sight's no mystery.
Dost here there is panic, hurry and screams,
Elsewhere there is peace but not for long.
A dove in sight of five sides, so it seems,
The mad one that does not right but wrong.
Now all that's left, is the four.
And the twins have ultimately, yet sorrowfully fell.
For they are no longer visible from shore
There is a sound coming, the awesome death knell.
Finally seeing that we suffered a great deal,
God lowered his hand and struck down a dove.
We cry, for despair and loss is what we feel.
He watched and taught us a lesson from above.
Now there is no longer any urgency
"This will test our nation's resolve," he said.
'Twas a great day of emergency,
On the paper next day it was, attack we read.
Written April 6, 2002
Revised June 14, 2002
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