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Nine+Eleven=Terrorism?

Nine+Eleven=Terrorism?

Dread dead they’re all just words
Shot at stabbed at the killer course
Daddies Mommies they’ve got no truth
Stepping aside for the reality blurred

Seeing the planes over head cameras
Flashing shining no words said
Mouths agape no fiction
Just the first hand rape

Fourteen years old a life inured
My science book nestled in lap
Readings for futures uninsured
Over the grumbled students
Television secured.

What use is it to worry
The outcome is just the same
Conspiracy talkers speak their speak
Racy dicey gamers leak
No place for the reality of things

War war on terrorism war
Money spenders deficit entrusters
No end in sight, just a continual blight
Middle class in ruin dying

Mothers crying for their lost sons
My friends their friends they’re the Iraqi won
Artificial anger the drive to kill
Both in war and in terrorism still
We continue this battle no conclusion nothing right.

Tell me where do I fit unwilling to starve
To fight, die for, orders’s knight
Fleeing screaming its all there is
Combating the odds for the false win

While politics run ramped “end it now”
What policy will let me see the splendors
When the world is gone, obliterated
How amidst air raids sirens and silent
Destroyers, is there a life to hold.

No worries for our uninsured future
It’ll be there even as we speak the word
Terrorist resounds its meaning lost
Too our twenty divide crowed

Nine+Eleven=Terrorism?

XtomJames

Joined November 2007

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A poem written for my new class.

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