The lights a dimmed,
The sounds are silent
And darkness spreads
Across the land.
With just one blow
So many brought to sadness,
With just one blow
So many became dead.
That wrath had come from nowhere
And it’s intentions are unknown
It made the gates of Heaven tremble
And pits of Hell to blaze once more.
***
And bells now toll
Across the country,
But not to make us dull and sad.
Those bells now say:
“Let’s stand united,
Or otherwise
We’ll meet our own end.”
September 11
© Copyright: Basantsov Robert, 2003
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