The 17th child of 52 children
Raised from a wealthy family
When he became older
His life became about strategy
He planned terror attacks
To make a point,
To himself, he didn’t disappoint.
If you didn’t know of him before
Then you knew of him after 9/11
When he sent so many
Innocent people to heaven.
With many attacks,
that just kept coming
No one could relax.
Died in 1994, it swept the news
The world was happy,
Happy galore.
Swooped in the middle of the night
The US forces gave him a fright.
Killed in a raid,
Killed quickly
and that’s where he laid.
His body was collected
And buried at the
North Arabian Sea,
The world in that moment
Felt a little free.
The lives he took
could never be replaced,
I could only imagine
What these families had to face.
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Janelle barker
Author of emotives
Poetry is powerful
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