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The Next Twelve Seconds

The Next Twelve Seconds

gedicht van Jonathan H. Cole

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By Jonathan H. Cole, P.E.

It was the end of the cold war, America won;
arms sales could plummet, something had to be done.
Expanding the empire, to the Mideast as a whole;
this, and the oil; for years their main goal.

Convincing the masses their first problem at hand,
to get what they wanted, they needed a plan.
Selling war to the public, the process too slow,
but with another Pearl Harbor, they’ll be willing to go.

To help find a solution was a group called PNAC,
and along with some others, they suggested attack.
The towers were losers, with asbestos galore;
kill two birds with one stone, to justify war.

And so they were leased, despite the low rents,
just a few weeks before the awful event.
So strong and well built, were those trade center towers,
to bring them all down, takes incredible power.

With security lax, explosives brought in by the ton,
some sol-gel applied, with construction spray guns.
The columns were prepped at the welds in the core,
the corners all rigged, with cutter charges and more.

Detonators were set, using remote control,
sequenced and timed from the top to below.
The tenth of September, three buildings ready and rigged,
media scripts were all written, this was gonna be big!

Each played a small part, not knowing the scope of the crime,
“Harley guy” was all ready, “structural failure” his line.
Patriot Act was all written, awaiting the terror and fear,
we’ll give up our freedoms, once fought for so dear.

Avionics all wired, replaced and re-fit,
regardless of pilot, they were vectored to hit.
The patsies were fooled, the planes ready to fly,
big money to be made, “puts” outnumbered the buys.

Then in crashed the planes! It was ruthless and cruel.
Our first “shock and awe”, those explosions of fuel.
Deep down in the basements, explosions were felt,
big heavy box columns, were beginning to melt.

As fires cooled down, smoke smoldering black,
it was time to begin the last phase of attack.
The fuses were charged, floors turned to dust with the blasts,
steel columns were cut, sequential and fast!

Explosions symmetrical, and nothing was saved,
sky lobby squibs blew, before demolition wave.
Toxic dust finally settled, molten steel in ground zero,
breathing poisonous air, in rushed the real heroes.

Cut steel whisked to China, complete and so fast,
most evidence destroyed, almost none that would last.
Investigations weren’t started for well over a year,
no criminal charges, as they kept us in fear.

And NIST halting their study at the critical time,
side stepping key evidence, that points right to the crime.
The “meteor”, the symmetry, the squibs and the spires,
stopping twelve seconds short, blaming only the fires.

Steel ejected straight out at fifty miles per hour,
orange metal that poured from the side of the tower.
Pyroclastic dust flow, the antenna first drop
all NIST ignored, “collapse initiation” they stopped.

But some were not fooled, those with courage and talent,
they knew something was wrong, there’s an energy imbalance.
Deep mysteries found, steel like Swiss cheese
NIST never addressed, perhaps termite the key.

In the dust came more clues, so obvious and clear,
what was formerly molten, small iron rich spheres.
And active nanothermite, is there by the ton,
those spheres the spent bullets, red-grey chips are the gun.

The twelve seconds after NIST quit, is the key to it all,
no pancake floors, no progressive type fall.
Yet they smear and they call those that do know, “insane”;
but the physics, the science and truth will remain.

Official Commissions, and “experts” continue to lie,
hide the crime of the century, while loved ones still cry.
Their media continues to cloak the truth in deceit
while the elite and the guilty, have their windfalls to reap.

But we know what happened, on that terrible day
and sooner or later those behind it will pay.
So study those next twelve seconds; you’ll see,
corrupt to the core, our system must be.

And despite what they say, how they laugh, how they cry,
Their myths do not fit, physics and science don’t lie.
To be silent is treason, those who cover will regret,
learn the technical truth, we must never forget!