Franky and Johnny were brothers,
and came from a poor family.
They grew up fighting and hating each other,
and were each others enemy.
Their parents were gone,
and from the fights they were free!
Franky moved on to the city.
New York had beckoned him there.
He got a job as a firefighter,
and fought fires everywhere,
but the job took its toll,
and he often gasped for air.
Franky had to leave the firefighters,
and retired from the force yesterday.
He could hardly breath and his doctor said,
“You have to get away!
’cause you better quit now,
or get carried away!”
He began living the good life,
with many years ahead of him now,
with a good wife beside him,
and all the joys life would allow.
A new daughter was born.
When she smiled he said “wow”!
Johnny had settled in Jersey,
not far away from his bro,
but he still hated his brother,
from a long time ago.
He knew Franky’s number,
but never once said hello.
Johnny got in with the wrong crowd.
and was living the crime-filled way.
He spent some time in prison,
and was released just yesterday,
but he had a plan,
that was going to pay.
Johnny planned it well while in prison.
He fashioned one helluva’ plot!
From the pawn shop he did go,
with a hand gun he had bought.
He could pull this plan off,
without getting caught!
Johnny looked at his watch that morning,
the time and the date were just right.
The Central Bank was due to open,
and Johnny had the dynamite,
strapped under his coat,
and the hand gun felt right!
It was bright and sunny that morning,
a beautiful September day.
People hurried to their jobs,
and Johnny mingled without delay.
Up the elevator he went,
For a great payday.
The time was close to nine that morning,
as into the bank Johnny strolled.
He handed a note to the teller,
with a look that was so cold.
Don’t touch the alarm,
’cause this bomb is controlled!
Things happened it seemed in slow motion,
as the teller filled up a cash sack,
with crispy bills from the vault,
and then came a helluva’ CRACK!
It was now nine-o-three,
and then things went black!
Johnny fled amid the confusion,
as people screamed and ran for the door.
Johnny used the stairs as he ran down,
from the thirty seventh floor.
He helped no one,
and at the helpless he swore!
Franky had business that morning,
and was glad to be feeling alive.
He was early for his appointment
and it was now eight forty five,
so he walked the stairs,
slowly…. for lung exercise.
Then as he neared his destination,
the time was now nine-o-three.
Then he heard the plane and the loud CRACK,
and thought God,what can that be?
He started hearing some screams,
from floor thirty three.
Franky grabbed the hand rail and stood there,
the building shuddered with a frightful roar.
The time was now nine thirty seven,
when Johnny came through the door,
their eyes met,
and then Johnny swore!
“Get the hell out of my way brother,”
and he pulled out the black forty-four.
“I’ll blown your damn brains out,
and settle our old score.
Now get outta’ my face!”
but then collapsed on the floor.
Franky stood there sensed Johnny’s hatred,
and he shivered as he looked at his bro.
The stair well was filling with thick black smoke,
and Franky knew that they must GO!
It was a long way to the ground below!
He put Johnny over his shoulder,
and it seemed like old De-Ja-Vu.
He thought to himself…I’ve done this before,
but brother not with you.
The screaming people rushed by,
ignoring the two!
The going was getting so tough now.
Franky was strugglin’ for air.
Johnny’s eyes flickered open,
In Franky’s eyes he did stare,
but a smile crossed his face,
and said “Now it’s my cross to bear.”
They were finally out of the building.
Franky gasped as the dust filled the air.
People were running and screaming,
but his brother Johnny was there,
Holding Franky firm yet gentle
and helping Franky with care.
They ran with the crowd who were fleeing,
The panic was frightful to see.
Sirens wailed and then all of a sudden,
the building collapsed horribly,
and then it was gone,
Johnny cursed the enemy!
Franky and Johnny were brothers,
Safe and sound this September day.
They sat on a park bench and rested,
and both of them did pray.
Johnny hugged his brother
as Franky passed away.