From My Rooftop I'd Come To See

From My Rooftop I’d Come To See

From my rooftop I’d come to see

The second of the towers fall,

Gone up in smoke, that’s history:

A smoking pillar, that was all.

The further up in smoke it went

The less of it was left below,

While what’d come of that event

I wondered as I didn’t know,

How fourteen years gone by between

Its moment and a moment now,

Who could have known it didn’t mean

A blessed-damn-thing anyhow?

Postscript:

Barack Obama’s sold us out

With Congress to allow Iran

To bring a holocaust about

Begun back in Afghanistan.