Our hearts still do bleed
Flashbacks bring to mind raindrops looking like zeros with tails, yes we
Remember the falling plates, knives and forks on bodies piles scattered wide for
It is there, in fiery mounds our distant family staggered, swayed and died
Evil acts rained down that autumn day, we West Indians watched on CNN
Nine-eleven changed forever our moods and fashion we do wear too
Dressed in early Halloween masquerading, these eastern demons everywhere
Lingering and mingling still, they show in covert places their sinister faces
You hide in holes your forte, like the foxking, beasts that’s what you are .
Shall we give up! Or be inspired by the heroes of the Copiapo mine?
Kin and friendly allies came out in battle under way, to capture and repair;
Yankees by George! We’ll hunt them, come morning, noon, night and day.
America to the north, America to the south firmly we stand;
Noble and true to the cause of justice for all;
You our foes will have no place to park, hide or hang your hats
Murmur to Uncle Sam we shall not, when justice-hands we shake for all when
Our forces might uproot your evil plants you plant, for we have the
Right, to fight said Bush with Blair-ing sound; we heed the bugle call;
Events of rightful fruits in arms, stars and sparkles, democracy beams US its light.
© Paterika Hengreaves