America Is Hurt

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Mass destruction...
many are dead.
Fate's construction
what lies ahead?
Terrorist attack
on the land of the free..
No reason behind it
that I can see.
What the fuck
is wrong with this deal?
Why is it innocent
lives that they steal?
Who is responsible
in taking part...
In this attempt
to break America's heart?
Thousand's of people
dead or hurt bad,
The Nation's in mourning
at the loss we've just had.
Why the fuck
must things like this be?
Could someone please
explain it to me...
Both World Trade Towers
are hit, then they fall...
Both hit by planes
killing one and all.
While in Washington
of our great land..
The Capital is hurt
from what I understand.
Fire's are burning
with little control..
From burning buildings
clouds of smoke roll.
Senseless destruction
as the world shakes..
Payback's a mutherfucker
we'll do what it takes!

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duddle146duddle146about 17 years ago
frustrations.

Personal frustrations brought to a National Level.

LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
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Nice to see this piece right from the heart written while still reeling;

But they are still being called 'just' terrorists as though they were an isolated thing;

This is a religious, social, political movement, spanning the globe, making war on civilizations, all civilizations, to submit to the edicts of Islam; they win, the Dark Ages return.

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