When the buildings fall

I know THE WORLD is over
When the buildings start to fall
There was a time they stood sublime
Their presence felt by all

Workers came in day by day
And made their TRADE through calls
Secure they were, but were they safe
Inside those structures tall?

One grim day in September
From the CENTER of those walls
I always will remember

© Martin James Powell 2008


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