
This poem is about September 11, 2001
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Tragedy - Words: 132 - Published: 09-12-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2951642
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Horrary, Barack Obama
has finally captured and
killed Osama Bin laden
so now my mama can
dream sweet dreams.
Sadly, the bad memories
of that beautiful tragic
Tuesday day will never go
away for as long as
terrorism still exists.
Reopening old wounds,
death becomes her and
there will never be closure
until justice has been served.
Please wake me up when September
ends and yet my mind will always
go back to December from time to
time. Memories of the fall, memories
of 911 are still as fresh as soldiers'
bloodshed all over the battle field.
Running into danger to help a stranger
who is laying in the rubble that may be in trouble,
angels do exist. Miraculously, hope is still able to
triumph over tragedy even after September 11,
2001.
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