You look up
and see a plane,
just in time
to see it crash
in a buliding,
a now historic building.
The dust
the crash
the horrible
horrible
sigh
can never be
erased from your mind.
Miraculously,
you might survive.
Miraculously,
you might see
another sunrise.
But it's not meant,
as another plane crashes,
more dust,
more tears,
more lives,
taken right from under us.
As all you see is
white,
you can remember
one more thing
family
friends
and the date
that you know
will live in history
forever.
9 - 11
9 - 11
9 - 11 = -2
hold up 2 by
your fingers -
peace.
Add the negative:
negative peace,
so war.
This date
idea
and historic even
will live
forever on
in the sky.
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