Twin Towers 9/11/01

Our Twin Towers,
Proud symbols of success,
They're gone,
Left us with broken hearts
And crumbling stone,
Three thousand innocents
Have ceased to be,
Left, torn to shreds
In burnt debris,
Murdered by vicious men,
Fanatics from across the sea,
A sleeping giant they awoke,
A mighty power they set free,
When our Towers fell
Through wicked infamy.

Beware, you terrorists,
Wrath may condemn your land
By our people's
Strong avenging hand,
For thee might toll
that final bell,
Turn all your towns
Into a radioactive hell...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz