9/11 - The Story of the Dead
The ground shudders,
Screams resound.
There's nowhere to turn,
Walls close in all around.
The people around
All look so scared!
We pray to our Gods
That we all may be spared.
We run for our lives,
We run for the door.
But somwhere along the way,
We fall to the floor.
The screams continue,
They echo and move.
What did we do?
What do they have to prove?
The building falls,
I feel it break.
I feel my bones snap
With each monstrous quake.
I look back now,
I look back in time.
Why wasn't I saved?
Why has no one paid for their crime?
Only five were saved,
On that tragic day.
Why not those thousands
Who all passed away?
Why weren't we saved?
Were we really so wrong?
Why did God leave us?
We held on for so long.
Copyright © Catriona Elizabeth Mowat 2006
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