Ben Gordon

Hatred’s Visit

A normal day in New York City,
Although the air is a little chilly,
Many people walking, shopping, and sightseeing,
Skyscrapers loom above them with their windows sparkling,

The sweet smell of sugar-coated nuts fills the air,
As thousands of people stroll through Times Square.
While others lie in the sun at Battery Park,
And yell at their dogs for eating bark,

A deep, loud noise races throughout Manhattan,
People unsure whether it is fact or fiction,
Then, without warning, a thunderous boom,
Which begins America’s day of doom,

One plane explodes into the first tower,
Turning five minutes into one hour,
Chaos, dust, and pure fear mix together,
Quickly creating America’s worst day ever


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