22 december 2011
Poem: September 11, 2001
Failing to understand
why our nation is great,
an opportunity was sought
by souls cowardly lying in wait.
Focused on pure evil
as they have continually done,
an unholy attack was unleashed
on a day now known as 9-1-1.
Via the destruction
of New York's "Twin Towers"
the enemy crushed a symbol
of U.S. monetary power.
Beyond the resources to rebuild,
our country operates from a wealthy mindset;
so we can easily overcome
loss of life and some airliner jets.
We have forgiven peoples and nations;
we have helped the World without regret.
Justice will be eventually extracted
for a date guaranteed that we'll never forget.
Author Notes:
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