They gave as the warning,
We all awoke that morning.
They were here, they were coming.
The smokes clouds the sky,
Fire surrounds those that try to fly.
They were closer, they were closing in.
Firefighters swarming,
Grown men mourning.
Here they come, within eyesight.
Upon the skyline, the buzzing reaches our ears,
Those in their cars look in their mirrors.
Flying over, flying by.
They've declared an attack,
It's too late they can't turn back.
Speeding up.
We've learned of their plans,
But none of us are fans.
Crashing, exploding.
Everywhere there was flames,
People then have fallen, forgotten, without names.
It's a poem about 9/11, and I know it sounds like I emo, but I can assure you that I'm not.
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