A day of sorrow and of grief
A day full much of disbelief
A day of 5 side brought down by one
A day where no one thought of fun
A day full and stained with blood
A day where rubble looked to be a flood
That filled the streets of the city
A day with others filled with pity
A day where many lives were lost
Beneath the fires ashes frost
A day where happy would seem insane
A day not safe to fly a plane
A day where many went up to heaven
Yes, I speak of the day September 11
© Tara Ljubica Jordan
