SCREAMS IN THE AIR
Two towers glistening in the morning sun.
Two airplanes filled with anger and confusion.
One building with five sides bustling.
One airplane overhead, circling.
One field of green grass waving in the breeze.
One airplane flying over the trees.

Two towers stood exposed, like the tallest in the class.
The five-sided building was constructed to last.
The green field was empty from any stormy blast.
Then hell broke loose that September 11th morning.
Two invincible New York towers…
The bastion of American strength...
That beautiful Pennsylvania field...
Ripped.
Torn.
Bleeding humanity.
Two of the tallest in the class...
The Pentagon filled with military might...
And the grass, just waving in the breeze...
Cracking.
Twisting.
Screaming humanity.

Humans scream and cry and the day turns to night.
The choking, the burning, the fright.
Trapped. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.
Ash covers Manhattan’s entire lower east side.

Then it was over.
The towers gone.
The Pentagon sideless.
The beautiful field charred.

Now was time to cry and mourn, for those who survived.
Now was time to show the resilience of all American Pride.
Now was time to bury those who died.

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