On nine...one...one,
two thousand one
when acts of terror
made blood run
in planes and
in the Pentagon
and in twin towers
now both gone
many trembling fingers
dialed this date
of nine...one...one
then met their fate
`
How ironic that
this day of grief
was nine-one-one
beyond belief
that numbers meant
to bring relief
are now marked with tears
and funeral wreaths
`
The chaos on Flight 93
met by uncommon bravery
one hostage spoke
of votes they'd made
to fight thier captors
unafraid
they knew thier plane
was set to wound
their nation
soon it'd be their tomb
Just citizens
yet unabashed
they faced sharp blades
and flesh was slashed
then in the struggles
that ensued
they crashed and died
as heroes true
because each person
fought and won
that plane never
made Washington
`
In New York City
living hell
twin towers smashed
then burned
then fell
of those who went
to work that day
thousands of souls
were swept away
~
Three hundred
firefighters came
policemen too
answered the calls
they dashed up satirs
and into flames
and perished in
the towers falls
~
unselfishly they ran
each one
responding to those
nine...one...ones
they breathed their last
yet still they tried
on nine...one...one
when angels cried
`
Inside the Pentagon
there came
an act of war
to kill and maim
not by bullets
or a rockets flame
this missle
a civilian plane
~
The death tolls rose
an awesome tide
their worlds collapsed
nowhere to hide
from madmen bent
on suicide
~
Facing sure death
no where to run
they dialed the numbers
nine...one...one
with brave goodbyes
escapes denied
with courage
and American pride
on nine...one...one
"The day peace died.
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