Two towers fell, millions of people stood up.
They swore they would never forget.
Their pain sincere, their avarice justified.
No one would forget the day the country died.
But not because of the pain that resided inside.
But because of the cheap souless merchandise.
T-shirts to remind of what no one could digest.
While buttons, cups, and coins began to manifest
"How else can people show their dismay?"
The man behind the sales counter would say
"They need apparel to fuel their racist hate"
No one thought to lift the vail
They only wanted all the Muslims in jail.
While to us it was a miserable situation
To them It was a mere invitation
To force their propaganda down our throats
Saying "Never Forget" so our throats wouldn't get sore
What used to be a sign that unity will allow us to prevail
Is now a mere punchline used on the campaign trail.
