Black smoke fills the sky.
Glass and debris
falls like snow
The sharp points do not cover the ground
in fluffy white,
but rather, crystals and soot.
Twisted metal and flesh and bone are the remains the rescuers see.
Sirens and screams pierce the silence.
Broken hearts bleeding
As hope slips by
For finding survivors among the rubble.
They will hot have died in vain
We will remember each
face forever etched in our hearts .
All of them martyrs in the battle to end terrorism
Their spirits will fly beside us as we
Right this wrong.