A SOLEMN PROMISE

World Trade Center 

 

The skyline is clear.

Buildings stand tall and bright.

Then a day arrives that

ruins every day to come.

Intruders invade our space

and destroy our twin towers.

Towers I love.

Towers where I had worked.

Goodbye, my precious towers.

Never again will our skyline be invaded.

It shall remain clear forever.

A solemn promise.