The Towers

September 11th, 2001,
Lower Manhattan, New York.
Dawned temperate, nearly cloudless.

Planes flying low,
Little did people know,
They have had their last goodbyes.

The planes crash
With flying glass,
A gaping, burning hole.
The debris rains over the city.

All Emergency Responders;
Police, Firemen rushing in.
Twin towers toppling to the terrified town.
People running with dust all around,
Like real life Pig Pen, from Charlie Brown.

Tears falling, thick smoke rising,
Ashes or embers?
A day everyone remembers.
Some had escaped,
For many it was too late.

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