Tribute to the Dead

The early morning of nine-eleven
I can barely recall, I was only seven.
Watching a horrible scene
On my T.V. screen
The first plane crashes
Then the second plane smashes.
Everything in New York stops
As the first tower drops
Then the second joins it on the ground.
They are eternally bound
To nine-eleven, a most remembered date,
Brewing emotions ruled by hate.
School pays tribute to the dead
As well as all the dread
That nine-eleven stirred
Our unification blurred.
Thousands gone,
On a date worthy of tear-filled song.

In remembrance of 9/11