A sunny-bright Tuesday dawned that September.
It would soon be a day to forever remember.
Thick ugly smoke would obscure that bright sky
As horror winged in: and thousands would die.
New York and D.C. were targets that day -
They were terribly struck! Our world turned dark gray.
A cry of anguish was raised 'cross this land,
Then came the anger. Old Glory was raised.
"United we stand!"
These were "Acts of War", and war there shall be!
Said President Bush, and an angered country.
We will hunt the scum down; we will not let them flee.
They?ll be sent to their maker!
And from tyranny again, men will be free.
For the giant has waked! And is shuffling the cards -
And when they are dealt, men of terror beware:
For your homes will be rubble, your bones broken shards.
We will pray to our God to bless our just cause ?
To make us victorious: to not let us pause.
But now for a time, we must be patient, and wait.
We?ll shed many more tears, as we mourn those who died on that 9-1-1 date.
We will pick up our lives as best can be done,
But many will need to go pick up a gun.
In harms way we will send them, to by fire be refined.
But, as is the way of these things, we'll stay behind.
We'll give kisses and hugs, and do our goodbyeing,
And as time rolls along, we'll find many more times that we will be crying.
But these are the things that have to be,
If! As our God intended, men would live free.
And, so that many will live, a few go that mile.
They do so in love, in true patriot style.
For in patriot's blood was America born
And on patriot's shoulders are its freedoms borne