By Bonita Arthur
One wonders what the hijackers would say,
If they could come back, and talk to Bin Laden today.
It would probably be a lesson we all need to learn,
And get our attention, and cause us concern.
We did as was told, and completed the task,
Now, we have so many questions to ask.
We stole the planes, and used our knives,
Now, where are our hundred virgin wives?
A martyr, you promised, was supposed to be given,
The highest reward in all of heaven.
You lied Osama; we are too late in learning,
Because the flames of the planes keep on burning.
We were brainwashed with promises that failed.
The planes we hijacked flew us straight to hell.
The horror we caused has our stomachs churning,
And the flames of the planes keep on burning.
You too, will end up here, and all of the terrorists you have taught,
We will be waiting for you as soon as you are caught.
There are no bunkers here, and no returning,
And the flames of YOUR plane will keep on burning.
We wish we could come back and undo all the harm,
Our mission would be different, we would shout out an alarm!
REPENT MY PEOPLE, CONFESS YOUR SINS,
PUT GOD IN YOUR HEARTS AND ON HIM DEPEND!
It is too late to come back now; the damage is done,
We did not accept Jesus as God's only Son.
This horrible torture, we can not escape,
After September 11, we are told it is too late.
This is eternity, and now we are learning,
The flames of the planes will always keep burning.
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