911
It was our fond name
Of the Make of the 100
capacity
Metal coffin transport
That carried us to school
Many perched on its unhinged
metal doors
Rickety. Rusty. Smelly. Molue
Most of the body barely there
It was the code name
For classmates in secondary
The ones that came after
everybody
And left before any of us do
An hour after teachings begins,
out at lunch time
Dusty. Rustic. Uniforms
different
Students, they barely were
Then, the 9th month as the 2
towers stood
Missing flights diverted of
their purpose
Terror created screams in
balls of flame
Lives engulfed by hate and
passion
One then the other. Down. Bodies
fell
Metal. Glass. concrete.
Planes.
On the 11th day. Towers no
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