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Aingealicia
Aingealicia McKitrick
United States, New Jersey, Newark

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Between 9 and 9:11 am

Between the moments of 9 am and 9:11.
This is the story of the beginning of the end.
Mr. President did you sit in despair?
Mr. President do you care?
Were you on the phone over seas at 9:01.
Laughing at what you saw to be
At 9:02 did you finish the patriot act.
Waiting for the second plane to attack.
How about 9:03?
Did you plan out the rest of your presidency?
I am thinking about 9:04 is when you got your suit on.
Heading to the door.
For surely you must truly know,
That at 9:05 the countries of the world would watch in awe.
In terror, in fear to cower.
Was 9:06 your determining hour.
Knowing the press conference you must face,
Perhaps 9:07 was more your taste.
All the blood that would rain down the walls,
As we, the world at 9:08, started to see the towers fall.
Did you call your friends to make sure the wire tapping was in place?
Somewhere at 9:09 so you would not have egg on your face.
At 9:10 did your world begin?
Knowing you would smile again?
For we know when you call 9-1-1
They will put you on hold.
But damn Mr. President,
9-11
Could you be so cold?
Apparently so, for as you can see,
As the world can see you have implemented terror in a lot of the free.
Ranting and raging,
As you smile and gleam.
Sending men to GitMo
With charges unseen.
How about the fact that you set up the acts.
Big brother looking over our shoulder
Only to discover more.
More what you say?
Terrorism is on the way.
Perhaps we should see
Mr. President what happens when,
You give us 11 minutes
To truly discuss who the terrorist is,
Genocidal, homicidal, skull and bones,
This is truly the man you exude.
It only took me 2 minutes to know you.
I see with my eyes,
Feel with my heart,
You on the other hand have not a part.
To send you to GitMo,
For you to spend one day.
For I bet those men did not plan what you did for that day.
11 minutes from 9 am to 9:11
Tell me Mr. President.
When are you going to do it again?

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