TWO TOWERS
Two towers standing tall and straight
Years to build, nearly eight
A symbol of Americas' might
New Yorks' skyline beautiful at night
Thousands of workers going to and fro
Working in offices so their prosperity would grow
Returning home at the end of the day
Sanctuary with family, children would play
Planning a future with a spouse
Hoping one day to build their dream house
Maybe one day take a vacation
Possibly visiting another nation
Then one day, on that terrible morning
A nation finds herself in mourning
Two towers standing tall and straight
Two air liners sealed their horrible fate
This poem was written by Mars Davis Sr on Oct 30, 2007.
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I think this was awesome.....so real.....