9-11-01

9-11-01
As I watch the horror unfold on my t.v.
I can't believe my eyes
At the sights I see.
Planes crashing everywhere
New York in chaos
And Terrorists without a care.
People running from the tidal wave
Of the collapsing towers
And the walls as they cave.
Manhatten buried in ruble
Fire fighters and police dying when saving others,
Who would cause such trouble?
It hit me like a ton of bricks,
Watching my screen
Our nation falling like a house of sticks.
I hated the pictures they showed
But I couldn't turn off my t.v.
When out of windows people dove.
And the Pentagon, our nation's defense
wounded on one side,
So very intense.
We weren't expecting it,
We didn't see it coming
And now through ruble we sift.
I am just so drained
Like everyone else
And I can feel their pain.
All I can do is cry
And unite with my country
And fly our colors high.
Red, white, and blue…
The colors of strength,
And freedom too.
We will pass this test
With our president and fellow patriots
And reach the ultimate crest.
The Twins will be reborn,
Rebuilt to represent our strength,
In some way, shape or form.
Our defense will once again be back,
And the wound will heal,
We're going to get back on track.
There will be a scar left behind,
No matter what we do,
There will always be a sign.
United we stand,
No matter what may fall,
On this American land.

~MJ
Written September, 2001

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