Two birds of fire, one bus of flame,
While two detectives play the blame game,
As if to give to the Gods, they took away,
Hundreds of lives gone in disarray,

Though we must stick to standards,
They have no boundaries,
As we aim for peace, all they cause is grief,

Twin towers of trade,
Twin blades that will never fade,
On opposite sides of the spectrum,
Oh how could we have let them,

Though we must stick to standards,
They have no boundaries,
As we aim for peace, all they cause is grief,

As if we lack the skill,
To stop them from making they’re so called righteous kill,
We should strive to make things right,
If only it was as easy as a fight,