The day was so warm,
Two planes taking their form
At 8:46 in the moning,
Not one person had any warning.
During that Minute as forty seconds did pass,
Flight eleven didn't stop as it crashed into windows of smooth glass.
Nothing could be done
Some culprit had won.
Flumes of black smoke
Did nothing but choke
The people trapped on those floors
And all that was heard were their roars.
Flight 175 hit the south tower much straighter,
Just seventeen short minutes later.
Causing it to collapse much faster,
As well as a bigger disaster.
Another hour went by
And no other plane did fly.
But the north tower couldn't remain up for too long,
It just wasn't that strong.
After it's collapse,
Piles of rubble burried people in traps,
As the city was covered in smokey clouds all around,
People weren't allowed to breath from the ground.
The sight still hurts those of us today,
but the perpetratior is now dead, hooray!
Security is forever locked
All suspicious planes will be blocked.