New York : The first of two poems written at Bar 13 New York, following the demise of Bin Laden, the picture is me and a group of , the young people from Newark, they set off at 03:00 am to get there celebrating the occasion in Times Square, New York, the morning the news broke.

 

02.05.11 - 81) The newspaper said “Bin Laden was dead”

The terror he’d wrought back I thought

To 9/11 two thousand and one, the day had hardly begun

Be it work or play, for New Yorkers just another day

No one would ever expect, what terror would interject

Lasting for months not hours, when two planes hit the twin towers

Turning in the TV to find the attack and see it unwind.

Later time would tell, a plane had hit the pentagon as well

Plane four going out in a blaze of glory,

But that for now is another story

The towers collapsed like a sandcastle on an incoming tide

Wondering with horror how many were trapped inside

The death toll would mount

Nearly a 3000 body count

Some sent messages of sympathy to help the bereaved cope

Others a different message, a message of hope

Saying “keep faith and yearn for the tables to turn

Have faith, for the Secret Service will like a wraith

Will with the eyes of the eagle find,

A small clue left behind

By those who caused the hell and to them will tell

We will with eagle talons and eagle heart

Catch you and tear you apart

At your peril woe betide, you can run but you can’t hide

No matter how long it may take, one day you’ll make a mistake

We’ll be on your trail, catch you and justice prevail:

Proved when the newspapers said “Bin Laden is now dead”