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Nine eleven, killer planes.



Simultaneous thirst of killer planes
Seemed us, remote toys at a glance!
Into windows of world trade center
Flights en routed, like fiction banter!

What was loaded, what went wrong
To melt and demolish in minutes long!
Police and firemen failed and died
Saving victims to escape and guide!

Early in that morning in nine eleven
Flame, suffocation of men-women!
Attempted in vain, to live by leap
Very precious life none could keep!

All were unsafe, improper protection
From mass heat and deadly fission!
Criminals made very lucrative math
Sending humanity, to mouth of death!

Simultaneous thirst of killer planes
Seemed us, remote toys at a glance!
Into windows of world trade center
Flights en routed, like fiction banter!

Nine Eleven, a lachrymal demolitionNine eleven, never again.

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