In the Spirit of William McGonagall
A poem of a great tragedy, with a hint of insensitivity. Just as he would have done.
It is my sad fate to remark
That the life of Earth has now been put in the dark
For the mightiest buildings that you would ever see
Were knocked down on that day in 2001
And dead were found many mother’s sons
The World Trade Centers were strong and mighty
Taller than tall, and mightier than mighty.
The people did say “Lo! Look above!”
They scraped the sky and them the New Yorkers did love
They were marvels of modern engineering
Though the buildings were not as great as the silvry tay bridging
And like the disaster on that marvelous bridge
Down they came, crushed to a smidge
Flight 32516 was taken by men of Islam
And it struck one tower with a great BAM!
Scream and run about the people did do
And then Flight 46382 did hit Tower Two
From down below, the pedestrians stared
Horrified that such things could happen in their city fair
And to the rescue of the people came
The red truck with the firefighters same
Screams! Shouts! Cries! Explosions!
And the people made quick flailing motions
100 floors up, the fires raged
Their chances of survival politicians gauged
The firemen went in, the people trying to save
But they were so very very brave
They risked their lives to save those trapped
The greatest human virtues they tapped
They saved a great many, but it was not enough
And in the end, many people suff-
Ered, 3000 in all
The tragedy was so great, the people no choice were left
Either they died in heat, their bodies charred
Or they jumped, and plummeted all the way down
Thus they jumped, their bodies fell
At a speed of hundreds of feet a second, I tell
And they hit the ground
With a grisly sound
They fell off the wall, and had a great fall
And they never rose again
All and New York’s doctors and all New York’s men
Could not put those poor people together again
And so I must conclude my lay
And very very sadly say
That the Twin Towers, even to this day
Be in the ground, having collapsed, I say
And let us hope, as my pastor preached
That never shall the events be repeated
Of that day, September 11, of 2001
Which will be remembered until out goes the Sun
