Nine Eleven Two Thousand And One Poem by Tony Adah

This day the dog
Had its tail between
Its hinds limbs.
Frightened cold
Gold meant nothing to nobody

This day the terrorists visited
Two tower blocks tumbled down
And a strike on pentagon averted
The terrorists on the prowl
And the world conquered?
It was smoke, death and grief
Like there was never
Going to be the next day.

Fire fighters, police and volunteers
Rose to national calamity
The policeman of the world
Has been hit and world peace
Dangerously placed
On the edge of a canyon.

That morning, mourning was much
Fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters
Had melancholy in their hearts
Oceans, only oceans compared
With the tears of the world

Still the terrorists seem to be
Telling the world, 'you ain't seen nothing'!
They have a field day always
For their barbecue in Nigeria, syria, iraq, lebanon
The world blares its trumpet of peace
But precariously sitting
On a keg of gunpowder.

September eleven, grief symbol
The world will always remember
And see you as it sees Emma Lazarus'
Colossus at Ellis island
For those who gave their lives
That the terrorist won an ephemeral war
You remain in our marrow
And for the terrorist like my mother said
'Every day for the owner
But one day for the thief'!