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To curse at nations In aircrafts doomed Twin towers are toppling The world can see it from their TV stations The ghostly beauty of Manhattan In clouds of dust and smoke Covered in a death blanket As a day like this belongs to Satan Those people imposing hatred Can hear the screaming of New York And the pain of each tragedy They can see the pavements are blood red As the fire fighters held their line The vulnerable were slaughtered From suicide maniacs dreams of paradise On September the 11th without a sign For the leaders their drum would beat Yet still the air, it smelt charred Of the burning dead As the skyline lost it's concrete It was hard to believe what we are seeing For it robbed so many lives Someday America will rise again But the world will never forget their pain
From Cameron McIntyre, Newtownards, N.Ireland Passing on his condolences to the people of America |
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