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Terrorism!

They cry for many sighed

As away they pined to naught

Down they went

As twin sisters spent

Tumbled and crumbled

In a smoking heap

Irreversibly humbled

Oh how we moaned

Oh how we groaned

A grief- stricken- nation

Waves of pained droned

For days and weeks regurgitation

So sad . . .



Here is revelation

In the silence of denial

numerous innocent souls

On trial

Sentenced to death

Before gasping first breath

Cut and sliced before

They ever held a knife

Drained in the brain

Before contributing to this life-

Time being robbed,

Never been to the bank.

Priorities out of order

Selfishness is the mother

Greed is the father

Deception is the daughter.

Birth room of slaughter

Blind, blind, blind!

Hypocrisy!



Hypocrisy can't see

The mirror of its demise

For it is justified in its own eyes

Blinded by convenience

As it defends its own sides