9/11

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A Manhattan September,

Looking out the window,

A beautiful morning,

Or so we thought.

 

On the roof

Look into the distance

Dust

Debris

Smoke

 

God give me hope.

 

Plane number one

Plane number two

Twin Towers Down

Down to the Ground

 

I grabbed my things

And out the door

Walk

Walk

Run

 

Past people

Panicking people

 

NJ Transit

Track number two

Get on, get on

Before it’s your life too.

 

Looking out from inside the train

Across the Hudson

A city full of pain.