Nine Eleven, The Outcry For Life Poem by Chan Mongol

NINE ELEVEN, THE OUTCRY FOR LIFE
Poem by Chan Mongol
2001


Nine Eleven! Those three digits to call;
To live, not to die and not to fall!

But it derailed our rising civilization;
On this day of two thousand one!

Two little planes pierced two towers;
With the last day's thunders and roars!

Helpless humanity died in front of us;
NYC rescuers dedicated own lives, alas!

Such a great human civilization fell;
In the sophistication of the ‘never seen hell!

The dropping of Atom bomb in Hiroshima, Japan;
It was another introduction to frighten!

Many villains also died and many will hide;
In name of freedom, why US always lied?

Some people of USA loved to do wars and killings;
Cowardice acts caused blood spillings!

Did they bring progress, liberty, peace?
In their battles, theaters and in treaties!

Wicked things were done to fix damages;
To repair fraud glories and images!

It was so simple to know why nine eleven done;
Deaths of millions were death angel's fun!

Nine Eleven! Those three digits to call;
To live, not to die, not to fall!

But it derailed our rising civilization;
On this day of two thousand one!