All poems on this site are copyright of Beverley Balogh
Watching the news on Tuesday 11th of September 2001
I suddenly thought I had accidentally changed the TV channel and I had replaced the news with a film.
It was several seconds before I realised that I was actually watching a news report from America about the attack on the Twin Towers. A day and date we will never forget.
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Beverley
ELEVEN OF NINE
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Nowadays when we gaze at a sun darkened face
We wonder, where from, which land or race
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Will it always be there that first moment of fear
Whilst we try to decide does danger lay here
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Faces once thought harmless now seem to be
Frightening and ominous to us for you see
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When the terrorists struck from a clear blue sky,
They left behind questions, who did this, and why
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Twin towers once standing so proud and tall
Lay destroyed and in ruins from huge fire balls
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All powerful America was shaken and stunned
With nobody knowing why that deed had been done
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Many reasons were offered as a cause for that day
Now the only thing left is for us all to pray
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That a God we don't care which one he may be
Combines power with mercy and then hopefully
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Never again will we suffer such dreadful sights
Because crazy fanatics need to show off their might