Soaring Eagle 9/11 Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

Soaring Eagle 9/11



Sitting at my desk on the 44th floor.
A shadow crossed the room and hung framed in the door.
There like an eagle soaring from the skies,
Was a massive plane just before my eyes.
Does the Angel of Death have this form?
But I had made my peace with God, I was not forlorn.

The plane hit the tower which collapsed very fast,
My soul left my body, that gasp was my last.
I hovered above the earth, way above the ground,
There was destruction everywhere, a terrifying sound.
I was totally surprised at how fast death had gone,
Spirits flying all around me, I am not alone.

Three thousand souls hanging in the air,
All wondering why there had been this massacre.
We talked to each other and made our plan,
To find out why this had happened, who was the man?
Not just those pilots guiding those planes,
We want to know who was responsible for all these flames.

Our bodies might have died in pain and in vain,
But our souls will strive to find the perpetrator insane.
But first we must make contact with those who write,
To tell them our story when they dream in the night.
Then the poets will tell of the soaring eagle in the sky,
And slowly the whole world will want to know why?

Thursday, November 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: deaths
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* Sunprincess * 20 November 2014

.........we can never let the world forget.....thanks for writing this poem....

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Alan Bruce Thompson

Alan Bruce Thompson

Newcastle upon Tyne, United Kingdom
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