Poem:
2001 on a fateful night,
2,977 cases of lost life.
As the towers fell down careening,
People on the ground were screaming.
Smoke, ash and debris,
Nobody in Manhattan could see.
As the air cleared,
What people saw brought more than a tear.
For the trade center was gone,
Though it was more than just a pawn.
A symbol of hope, peace, humanity,
Was all sent down, crumbling.
It all happend that fateful night,
On September 11th it gave us a fright.
yes I made this myself, its not good, its not intended as mean, just a memorial to that tragedy.