terrorist attack
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Skipping ahead he avoids cracks
as not to break my mother's back -
head bent low upon his task, his concern dear.
My hand yearns for the warmth of his,
to have him safely by my side -
Guns may fire
Bombs may drop
But we stand with you
Côté à côté.
Blood has been spilled
Your people have been killed
Imagine yourself.
Being trapped in the,
Twin Towers.
Knowing you're going to die.
And you have one decision to make,
either to suffocate,
from the smoke,
or jump to a fast,
