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I cuddled to the wall under my bed
As a sound louder than thunder rattle the house
Causing the utensils fell off their positions
Maybe a strong earthquake.
Then I heard screams from a far
Getting louder with each moment
Though strained with pain.....calling for help
Then the crackling sound of breaking glasses
I could hear the wailing sirens from a distance
I ran out, scare to be trapped in the building
Only to run into a body covered with blood
With one hand off and a broken leg
Groaning in pain
Like a bull in a slaughterhouse
Carried on a stretcher.
Other bodies were covered on the ground with clothes
Stained with blood all over
Tears strained my cheeks
Too scared to give a hand
I ran into the nearby bushes and dumbly watched
Blood, Blood, blood everywhere.
I watched mothers witnessing the death of their children
.....watching their loved ones breath their last breathe
With broken hearts moaning the loss of innocent souls
Letting he tears flow, to wash away the pain
That the innocent ones have to feel
That was when the realisation hit me
The terrorists had done it again!
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nice article maryanne | May 3rd, 2003
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