A plane travels the sky

Up in the sky, way so high.

Towards the port where it should land.

Suddenly, a crash is heard.

Agonizing screams, too.

Into a building the plane crashed,

like the other ones around it.

Flames lick every building,

Climbing and feeding.

All buildings collapse over the struggle.

'World Trade Centers Attacked' says the news.

Then I was just two.

Loss, mouring and rage poured out.

"Who did this?" People cried. "Why?"

Eleven years later my teacher asks,

"What is your view of this tragedy."

I go up first, ready to share.

"I feel sad for those who have been lost,

but also glad.

The man behind this has no head.

Yet innocent or guilty,

white or not,

blue or green eyed,

died that day.

Osama Bin Laden lies dead,

but it doesn't bring the people back."

I return to my seat,

after touching everybody's hearts.