The Sixth Anniversary is Near
On the eleventh day of September
in the year two thousand one,
the world was made to realize
a new war had begun.
For decades evil minds at work
designed this sneak attack,
and with great malice then they thrust
a knife deep in our backs.
This was a day of fear and gloom
that taints our history,
a time that rightfully is called
a ’day of infamy’.
The memory of this vile deed
is etched on souls of man.
A permanent scar from Hell displays
the mark of Satan’s brand.
The rubble where the towers stood
has all been cleared away,
but ghosts of all the thousands killed
with us will always stay.
The wall of solidarity,
a union firmly set,
shows fissures spreading into gaps
as some tend to forget.
Our war is with the terrorists,
wherever they are found.
To boundaries they are not confined,
they spread from underground.
In mortal combat we are locked.
Can we not realize
if we lose strength, they will prevail.
They’re seeking our demise.
To those who say negotiate,
precautions let them take.
There is no way to come to terms
with nests of rattlesnakes.
If ways exist to bypass war,
we pray our leaders see it.
Or else, behind them let us stand
and bravely say, “so be it”