-September Morn-

 

Beautiful dawn, September morn, one great nation begins to stir,

Life moves on, our strength reborn, yet still we all recall the blur

As two birds shining in the sky turned into balls of flaming gas

Twin towers transformed before our eyes to twisted steel and broken glass

 

Those angry men with darkened hearts rejoiced as people fell and burned

As buildings dropped and came apart, a great success, they later learned.

While plumes of ash rose toward the sky and sirens wailed in city streets

And people wandered and wondered why must evil prey upon the meek?

 

One great hand rushed to their aid, so many fingers running around

Thousands lost their lives that day, so much blood spilled on that ground

Desperate searching day and night, a dark cloud looming over US

choking people, uncertain fright, our hope died slowly in that dust.

 

As time passed into the fall the air cleared up, the sky turned blue

We tried to make sense of it all, to find our faith and hope anew

And in the horror of that day we now see something very pure

The sacrifices that men make to build a country that is sure

 

To withstand all of those evil deeds and stay the course our fathers set

That any color race or creed can stand among us without threat

That each child born in this land is given all we can provide

That each woman and each man should look upon it all with pride

 

Now to those men with darkened hearts, you may be good at making dust

But your fear won't tear us apart while each of us his own god trusts

You may blow buildings and kill men, again the steel and glass will settle

I can promise you now, we'll rise again, you will never destroy our mettle!

 

~Christian

12:04am

9.11.02