In dust they cried, -
four planes - a bright lightning.
Blood and cement - an orgy of despair.
We gasp reliving details so frightening:
our minds ablaze, our thoughts are There.
Two buildings, diverse cultures, language tie-dye.
In them, our freedoms, manifested rights.
Oh vile cowards, your phantoms will be stymied.
For Liberty’s endurance, we will fight.
Two Towers - and tears blocked the sunlight.
A ravaged plane in a peaceful green field.
A mighty silhouette still smoking in the twilight.
Almighty, help us fight and let us heal!
September 11, 2001
© Copyright: Athena, 2002
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