Without Thought and Without Worry
Some boarded a plane without any worry
Others rushed to work in the morning hurry
Entering the plane they handed out their token
And the fax machine at work was still broken
They wrote memos and read their magazine without thought
Without any worry of the quiet war that was being fought
The enemy was desperately near
But they knew not of the fear
That they would soon consume
For no worries had begun to bloom
And when the enemy showed his face
Everyone's heart began to race
Seeing the planes through their office window
They knew their time was running much too low
They hit the giants until they fell
The air was coated with their dying yell
To the street they all crumbled
Rocks and steel began their tumble
At the bottom is where they would stop
No longer would they perch at the top
Many lives did perish in the blast
For the rest, the pain still lasts
For their souls we must pray
And in our hearts we will always say
That we will always shed a tear
On the eleventh of each year
For them we will remember
That tragic day in September
This poem is dedicated to all those who lost someone, were lost, or helped in any way to return hope to those distraught over Tuesday, September 11th, 2002
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A Poem
This is a poem I wrote from the tragedy of 9/11
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