On That Dreadful Morning
On that dreadful morning
Really hard to believe
Pain and suffering are still there
Families continue to grieve
There was nothing but turmoil
Destruction and devastation
A total uproar
Poor hearts weighed a ton
There were several plane crashes
The world was in a state of acrimony
Thousands of lives were sadly lost
Nothing but a bitter tragedy
We will never forget that day
Lots of darkness and clouds rolled in
The teardrops were abundant
The looks on all of our faces are still grim
This poem is about:
My community
My country
Our world