A Day of Reckoning

September eleventh, two-thousand and one
A day when one’s actions can never be undone
A day of Horror, one of sadness
A day of Terror, no more Happiness

Planes wreck, passenger die
Buildings fall, survivors cry
Families are torn, Lovers lost
Just one action for this tremendous cost
Just one man for this tragic day
But him as well as his organization will pay
Bomb them, kill them, we must be avenged
The Sleeping Giant’s awake–America’s Revenge
Invade the country, wipe them out
“Infinite Justice” is our shout
America will win this war
Osama Bin Laden has gone too far
Wanted Dead or Alive
But preferred is his demise
Until his head hangs upon a pole
Then and only Then will America feel whole.

Categorized as poetic

By Blessed

Born on August 20, 1983. Went through really religious period, now in a very dark one...been there ever since. Love scaring the shit out of people that expect you to be good. Read my poetry...see what a Valedictorian really has on his mind.