There are holes in Manhattan
where two Towers stood.
Symbols of rich greatness which
became rubble mixed with blood.
The zealots in the crashing planes
thought Paradise was theirs,
and death for them was noble
if they upset world affairs.
Warriors of an Eastern religion,
base, bigoted and defiant;
such fools were they to prod
earth\'s largest sleeping giant.
Three thousand people gone,
and thousands more are blighted,
as they live on their shattered lives
and the fuse to war is lighted.