Poem About Osama Bin Laden
A little backround....
I wrote this poem a few days after Osama Bin Laden was killed. My father was a New York City Firefighter for well over 30 years and was forced to retire after September 11, 2001 due to injury. He had surgery because of what happened that day, and, more seriously, lost fellow FDNY friends. We were sitting down one night watching a re-run of Two and a Half Men when we were interrupted by our President. The following explains how he felt to the news.
Most Wanted Number One
I have never actually seen my father cry,
although one day he was pretty close.
Years after the Devil commandeered the sky,
and received his payback dose.
It was late one night in front of the TV,
"We kindly interrupt this program being run,"
And the President came on for all to see,
"We have killed Most Wanted Number One."
Over 4,000 people turned in their graves,
and billions other in their chairs.
For just a brief moment the world had been saved,
and the Devil retreated to his fiery lair.
When the skies turned black with smoke and fire,
Oh, how the day would never end.
And soon our hearts filled with the inept desire,
To seek a well deserved revenge.
As I watch the entire situation abruptly unfold,
And people jumping from windows, one by one,
I could not believe what I was being told.
The lives of many had become undone.
Slowly but surely, families torn apart,
Each individual about their own,
And although they will always remain in our hearts
They are never ever coming home.
It was late one night in front of the TV,
"We kindly interrupt this program being run,"
And the President came on for all to see,
"We have killed Most Wanted Number One."
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