A poem…
Twas the night before 9/11, and all through the States,
not a creature was stirring, except the irate.
Explosives were hung on the buildings with care,
in the hope that the Jihad soon would be there.
The commuters were nestled, all snug in the air,
while visions of their journeys close to an end were near.
And Khalid Sheikhin in turban, and Atta in a cap,
Had just checked onto the plane for a terrorist attack.
When up in the cockpit arose such a clatter,
the world still unaware of what was the matter.
Away from the course they flew like a flash,
their fates predestined to end in a crash.
Through the clear Autumn sky shone the twin towers,
a lustre of peace shone on strong commercial powers.
When, what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But two passenger jets, hurtling fast through the air.
With flyers so dedicated to the fatwa,
We knew in a moment it must be Osama.
More rapid than eagles on their courses they came,
First the south tower, then the north, hit the planes.
And the West was left wondering why,
Surely it can’t be because we’ve condemned them to die.
foisted democracy on them, when justice is free,
stolen their oil, their land and dignity.
It can’t be because of our untrustful nature.
dividing, and conquering, and playing power maker.
All the time the media conniving
to show us nice images of war, while we’re dining.
But no matter the horror or how much they bleed,
it’s never sufficient to slacken our greed.
We shovel down resources regardless of peace,
our round little belly’s becoming obese
So as we sit here on nine-eleven eve,
Please spare a thought for Palestinian refugees.
To those that us in the West have forgotten,
those whose lives are miserable and rotten.
Remember the message that came after the crash,
stop rushing into wars that are ignorant and rash.
Stop sending in troops and ignoring sovereignty,
But help them, nurture them, let them be free.