Fifteen years on it divides us in two:
The defenders of faith and the well-informed few.
Not that all the new theorists are right,
But they pointed out that from the four flights,
Seven of the nineteen eat couscous today,
A fact unreported from Maine to L.A.
Which gives new zip to conspiracy base,
Since Truthers alone gave this fact some space,
Or later pointed out that Osama bin L.,
Got younger by years though going through hell,
Or cried "This is it!" when chemists concurred:
In World Trade dust was TNT stirred.
Through fifteen years have such issues bubbled,
The media content and the public untroubled.
Wardrobe malfunctions might ripple its brow,
Cause wide discussion about who and how,
But 9-11 research get shoved to YouTube,
With sightings of "Nessie" and alien rube.
Not even a lib'ral will touch the new theory,
And great leftist names are of it full leery.
Say that That Day ain't quite what it seems,
And suddenly everyone gets itchy squeams.
That Wyoming cowboys of guilt are suspect,
Makes the soul fester and the righteous object.
Which back in the 90s, in yon smoke-filled room,
With comb-over palefaces planning this doom,
Is the home-field edge on which they did count,
Knowing smart researches they could surmount,
Just calling the revealer a Patsy and sucker,
Drowning a smile with both lips a-pucker.
And they've turned out right when you think it all through,
For 9-11 knowledge does spread quite a-strew:
Execs scared mum about schedules and planning,
Techies complacent with dexterous vid-banning,
Top Guns un-scrambled, reporters contacted,
And folks warned off flights that they'd long contracted.
Which is why we praise Truthers in upcoming weeks:
They've borne the wet grins so out some truth ekes.
Despite their errors and rife social fears,
History commends them and frowns on their peers,
Who like our media eat curds and whey,
Afraid of the spider, of what facts might say.
(Article changed on September 3, 2016 at 02:41)