Lesson 1) Airport Security Sucks
Obviously the terrorists that won the day in this scenario were only able to do so by exploiting our key weakness, which was airport security. Cue massive overhauls of airport security which do maybe a little good but mostly probably just piss us all off.
Lesson 2) Arabs are dangerous
This isn't a lesson, this is historically biased BULLSHIT from a culture of fucking Crusaders who can't stop fighting the same fucking war.
Lesson 3) America is hated
I'm going to leave this lesson here because it's one we haven't truly grappled with yet and honestly I feel it deserves the most reflection.
It was a morning like so many others
flipping on the Today show and thinking they are showing a movie clip
but it is real
eyes across the nations locked unblinking to screens.
This cannot be happening.
A second plane hits
people are jumping holding hands
burning up melting
the indestructible towers
we gasp as one
what can be said?
Lives changed forever in one hour and forty minutes.
No one knows what comes next
when it will stop
if it ever will stops
we can never feel safe again.
We must do something
build stretchers by the hundreds
line up to give blood
but a hush
there are no bodies
America will never forget.
The sun shone bright,
The turnstiles rotated,
The people rushed to work.
Nobody suspected anything,
Maybe it was an accident?
More than buildings were lost,
Lives were stolen,
Mothers, fathers, sons, daughters.
A broken skyline,
The skeleton steel,
The smell and burn of butane.
America will never forget.
Skylines and Turnstiles My Chemical Romance
Remember the fallen heros,
Remember those who ran in,
While others ran out,
Who were in potential danger,
Or those who were in the city at the time,
People like my dad,
Waiting on the side of the highway,
While it took forever for them to be picked up to exit the city,
Remember those who killed themselves for evil,
Remember those who were killed saving others,
Remember the two planes,
Remember the fire,
Remember the plane of wheat,
Remember the one who hit the pentagon,
Remember those who perished,
Not only in the towers or pentagon,
But those who died in the crash,
Remember the flashing lights,
Serins and crys,
Remember that day forever,
And never forget.
Two planes and two towers.
An impact first, then the other.
Noise, dust and fire, commotion.
And the world as an expectator.
The news travelled as fast as they were able to.
For a moment we were all connected by a single event.
It’s not romantic, it’s a tragedy.
Those who died were not martyrs, they were victims.
Remember them, but don’t put them on a banner.
For they were just people whose life was stolen away.
For those who died wanted to have a long life.
So learn from this so that it may not happen again.
It’s something we all share,
the goosebumps that two numbers produce.
It’s embedded deep in our heart.
A tragedy we all share.