9/11
On a day that we can't forget, the earth froze in place.
Planes flew overhead, darkening the skies.
Innocent people saw their breath stop;
As planes flew overhead.
The planes shot the only "safe place" they had.
Towers crashed and people died.
I was only three years old.
But now I understand the blood shed was unnecessary.
These suicide bombers wrecked lives. I hope they remember the blood on their hands
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