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TOWERS TWO
BY
CHUCK IGO
September 14, 2001
  Towers two of glass and steel, reaching for the sky.
Built by man, his blood and sweat,
Mixed with cement and more, and yet.
A building strong and fortress-like, five sides and rings inside.
Our men of war contained therein,
We'd think that nothing could get in.
Sleepy travelers waking up, their destination west.
They'd said "Goodbye! We'll see you soon!"
They never even saw that noon.
Brave men and women heard the call and fate soon intervened.
Their efforts brave, their fears aside,
They ventured knowingly inside
Towers two of steel and glass
And a building born of wars long past.
A shadow grew in length that day, from some place dark and deep.
As evil reared its ugly head,
Far too many wound up dead.
The darkness grew, a large, short spurt, its celebration brief.
Unknown to it, the evil force,
We dug down deep for our resource.
Yet now we pause, our faith at test, inquiring aloud,
"Why them and now? They're innocent!"
Emotions drained and taxed and spent.
One day we'll know the answers to this quandary dark and deep.
Beliefs having been tested,
Weary souls long since rested,
Pulled Heaven-ward from what remains
Of a building born of wars long past
And towers two of steel and glass.
Note: I am proud to be an aunt of this talented author. You can hear Chuck on Boston's radio station 105.7 WROR
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