Nine Eleven

Chaos is raining down
in drops of violent blue
It hits unsettled dust
darkening the hue
People scream obscenities
one second then the next
Shout that we are mighty
and that our country’s blessed
The terror in our faces
replaced by dark serene
They ask peace to urinate on violence
and turn the blue to green
But nothing quite makes sense
when swallowed as a whole
And people beg to kill
those that took our soul
Others might ask why
or how to best defend
But no one quite sits back
to watch our country mend
“If we cannot have violence
if we cannot defend
If we cannot retaliate
then however will we mend”
“We’ll show them they can’t do this
and teach them they are wrong”
And one more time the world records
the saddest ever song
But by the time it’s played for all to hear
the musicians can’t be found
And the band will have a trendy
“last year” sort of sound
No one will ever notice
that the books were never read
And when the world falls down again
we’ll all be safe in bed