9/11

There are no pretty words
To explain what was done.
There are no words of praise
For those who have come.

The screams, terror and shock
Overwhelm our sense of peace.
But they can do what they want
We’ll not be on our knees.

We hold our breath
To see what’s next.
We exhale with rage
And go for their necks.

We’ll rip their claws out
And break their scrawny legs.
Because we are America
And for mercy they will beg.

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