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A Day of Changes


Brainwashed minds Strolling down that busy street, Never expecting Disaster and freedom to meet. Two twin shadows Towering over the city, Soon to be rubble What a shame and pity. Horror filled the air On such a beautiful day, When those planes crashed down And dreams flew away. And just like that Their world was changed, When so many lives Were drastically rearranged. But with unusual events Comes unusual bravery, When the weak bound together Freed from their perfect slavery. Chaos and tragedy All around, Yet those courageous Strangers stood their ground. They had no name but hero Whether in uniform or tie, When they risked their lives for others And expected no reply. Shrieks and smoke Engulfed that blue sky, When so much innocence Was forced to die. So here’s to the Weak, The Brave, and the Dead, We’ll never think the same again When a plane flies overhead.
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