| The day
rises as usual The buildings stand tall into The sky.Without any warning Of impending danger for the day. The evil eyes of a turbaned Head have planned their destruction. |
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| The
crow of the clock wakes A lot to a ready for the Day's activities.The events Of the day's are shrouded in Mystery.But in one corner Of the world,the evil is folded And later unfolded |
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| Having
given some instructions to Disciples of death.The airbuses Of the"the beautiful" are hijacked And reduced to bombs that explode And extinct hundreds of thousands of lives |
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| Cries
of anguish and pains Engulfed the buildings. As the street that runs before them Is thrown into helter-skelter of people Going about their daily activities. A black morning! |
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| This poem will be published the in "BEST OF POEMS AND POETS OF 2002" which will hit bookshops around the world in the spring of 2003.All rights to it is reserved. | ||||||
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