<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=340474" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>911</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our hearts cleaved that horrific day.<br>The early morning sun shined bright.<br>No clues were noticed-giveaways<br>that could forewarn the urbanites.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It began like any Tuesday.<br>A workday for most New Yorkers.<br>People bustling to the subways <br>on their way to their employers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still early, not all arrived where<br>their designated work stations<br>are situated. Poor souls! unaware<br>of their imminent destruction.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Suddenly, at eight forty two<br>A living bomb with mal-vigor<br>Intentionally, in plain view <br>Crashed through the north twin tower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All screaming, jumping casualties, <br>Burning, smoking, funeral pyre.<br>When suddenly at nine O three<br>a second struck the south tower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Both monoliths are now aflame.<br>Confusion reined both high and low.<br>Towering infernos became<br>A cataclysmic horrid show.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Meanwhile, firemen tried in vain<br>To rescue those inside the traps, <br>Doomed victims of the deadly planes.<br>My God! The south tower collapsed! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the humanity within<br>The conflagration expired<br>In an instant: Men and women<br>Buried under concrete and fire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Standing alone and mortally<br>Wounded, amidst ash and rubble <br>Like a saint at the stake, bravely<br>Awaits the inescapable.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> “Commit their bodies to the ground; <br> Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, <br>Dust to dust.” An instant grave mound: <br>The north tower collapses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never! Will our lives be the same.<br>Witnessing the loss of our brethren: <br>Over twenty nine hundred claimed<br>That day: September eleven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Albert+Ahearn">Albert Ahearn</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=340474" data-title="911 de Albert Ahearn" data-description="Our hearts cleaved that horrific day. The early morning sun shined bright. No clues were noticed-giveaways that could forewarn the urbanites. It began like any Tuesday. A workday for most New Yorkers. People bustling to the subways on their way ..."></div> </div> </div>

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