In a graveyard; perhaps in Africa
A secret lies well hid,
A clue to genocidal murder
That terrorist once did.
In New YorkTown a crime was done
Three thousand people died,
But slowly the awful truth leaked out
That the bureaucrats had lied.
A plane was seen to land next day
Deplaning women, children, men,
Over fifty people led away
And to this day, not seen again.
A plane they said had crashed on high
Then landed safe the latter day,
The passengers were bundled out
Then quickly, quietly led away.
In Arlington, or some such place
Their murdered bodies moulder now,
The truth is buried with their corpses
Hidden safely underground.
Now the mind games have begun
We’re told we mustn’t question lies,
Lies they’ve told us since the day
All the innocent people died.
© Copyright 2011
Philip Roberts, Melbourne, Australia
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