Dust clouds fill the streets.
Screams fill the once calm air.
People run for their lives.
Loved ones gone missing.
Many wounded.
Most of them lay dead.
Hands waving for help.
Life crumbling,
brick by brick.
The towers came down,
many are now sick.
Shivering in fear,
help came to late.
Some decided death was their fate.
The fell from above,
like apples from a tree.
September eleventh,
this is your memory.
