RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR
Eleven September
The eleventh of September
A day we’ll always remember
A day of infamy
Like a symphony of horror
The day Americans united
In fear and trepidation
The day we became overtly
A vengeful warrior nation
It was early morn in California
When the first plane hit the tower
We knew somehow it was intended
A play for global power
Our president cried out Revenge!
They named the enemy bin Laden
How they knew that name so quickly
Is a mystery we’ve forgotten
We went to war in Afghanistan
Though they offered him a trial
We could not hear appeals to reason
It would have to wait a while
We moved on to Iraq
Before the dust had cleared
Iraq became the nightmare
So many of us feared
Two decades have gone by now
Since the towers fell that day
We remember it with horror
As the day we lost our way
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