A 100 day smoke signal

Two concrete twins grow up Floor by floor.
Paragliding, free-flying, The mighty soar.
2996 blue plaquesImmortalised forever.
For the terrorism of the innocent.

Two planes as weapons; Civilisation on red alert!
Look out of the windows,The words, “Life terminated!”
Shepherd the flock,Crisp the end,
The thought of the emerging suicide.

Tribute for the brave; Horror streaming inside.
A lottery number for survival.
The guilt of the ‘Stairwell B 16,’
Locked in a cupboard of memories.
White flags, no surrender.

American helmets climb the mountain
For what awaits them -A black inferno of eternal toxins.
Wake up world!
South Tower annihilated within the hour,

343 water angels sleep, 71 officers - a rifle salute.
New York shows the mournful laments of families.
Hear the judgement, Snatch the air.
All is key driven in twisted limbs of metal.

A public art gallery; A sacred museum.
Recovery, no stigma. Fabric stars lay dormant.
blood on the table of power.
For one proud nation a Universal decision - war!

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