Burning buildings crash to the ground,
Police cars make an awful sound.

Four planes were hi-jacked in the air,
As they crashed into buildings people stared.

One plane hit the first twin tower,
The second one hit on the eighth hour.

The third one glided through the pentagon,
Something here is terribly wrong.

The world trades centers crumble to ash,
But wait there is still one more plane to crash.

The last plane went down with a fight,
Passengers pleaded with all there might.

Everyone died on each plane,
Family and friends are going insane.

Many are injured and thousands have died,
People are angry and tears have been cried.

Bush is angry and he declairs war,
And now we wait to see whats in store.

This poem is dedicated to my auntie, and everyone else who died in the terrorist attacks on September 11/2001.  Rest in peace auntie Lianne