mindpoet61

On that blue-skied Tuesday morning Can you believe it? -   Three thousand souls took Their cabs, and their cars, Their subways, and their feet to a tomb of Blood and bone and Glass and steel. The desert piper played his Taliban trump too close to Freedom's flame. Now the woolly Afghan sky Rains infidel bombs on the Wrinkled Afghan clay. Sadaam jihad, Bin laden man. Jesus loves you more than you can stand! On that brim-stoned September morn Will we forget it? - Twin bites from  Al Qaeda's dragon jaws   Had built us a smoking cemetery Taller than two pyramids. This is a job for Superman! But we are Superman and