The devilish blade ran through the clouds,

The plane's steel bones tore the stars,

Retching rust and smoke into the night,

Smearing smokey death across the city,

Leering in like a screeching poltergeist,

The bombs are free ...

The putrid smoke, the blistering fire,

Riding through the screams,

Sauntering sirens

The towers crashing,

Like a sledgehammer to sand,

Fire piercing the night,

The people retreating,

The planes proceeding,

This was one war worth fighting.