Who are the real terrorists?

Who are the real terrorists?

Sirens echo in the September air

as people run everywhere.

Two twin towers crumble before our eyes

Through the radio we listen to their sobs, their cries.

Gun shots, like rain, pour on this March day

As American soldiers head into the town of My Lai.

As the villagers eat their morning meal,

The soldiers head in to search, to kill.

As ash falls throughout the city, so unprepared

The firefighters go in, ready but scared.

As they try to get the most people out,

the towers being to fall they panic, they shout.

In a small town with no men of fighting age,

The soldiers still kill, this war that we wage.

Raping the women, engraving them with a “C”

Marking them as victims of the C Company.

 

In our ambulance we sit ready with our medical supplies,

We listen to them pray, and state their many goodbyes.

As the buildings crash into the ground,

Radio static becomes the only sound…

Scalping the children, cutting out their tongues,

Not caring if they were just little ones.

As they piled the bodies side by side,

In the ditch is where these innocent and lifeless civilians reside.

All over the news, even today,

We hear about the twin towers and that dreadful day.

The media made sure that the enemy was known,

But are American’s really the victims like the screen has shown?

How many people know about the massacre in My Lai?

Do they celebrate remembrance of that dreadful day?

America and all our glorious power,

Made sure that this story was hidden, our terrorist hour.