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)
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