Deranged

On nine eleven our world was frayed                                             By the vicarious act. The terrorist's made                                     
                                                                                                        What meaning? What purpose?                                                      What was to be gained?                                                                    
                                                                                            
Only pain was inflicted.                                                                   By their deranged brains.                                                                
                                                                                              Like a thorn Driven.                                                                              Deeply in our soul.                                                                              
                                                                                            They go underground. Like a common ground mole.                
                                                                                                                        Like a plague. They will spread.                                                                        Throughout our great land.                                              And more people will die.                                                       If we don't take a stand                 John Knapp 3rd.