Poem of Day: Terror

All right, folks, I'm kind of skipping ahead to 2001.  I wrote this shortly after the terrible attacks on September 11, 2001.  It's hard to believe that it's been 15 years since that horrible time.

I just want to say a few words of appreciation to all of the men and women who are sacrificing their time away from family and their talents and sometimes even their lives to fight for our freedom.

There is a lot of negativity expressed towards the war we are engaged in... and to tell you all the truth, I don't know.  I hate war period.  I wish we didn't have any war.  I wish there were not evil, depraved people like the taliban and isis and dictators like Kim Jong-un... nobody wants to be engaged in war and I honestly, truly don't know all the politics and whether we're still fighting the original fight or not but we cannot forget that 15 years ago today America was attacked.  Without mercy, without provocation and thousands of innocent people died.  People in the world trade centers, in the Pentagon and on an airplane bound for an unknown destination.  It was terrible and unfair and it is the reason we are fighting over there.  We can never forget and we have to remember there are things worth fighting for.

On the 11^th of September of two thousand one

As the day was just beginning to be blessed by the sun

A normal day of trading in the towers of twins

Evil men were plotting of unthinkable sins

94 people boarded an American plane

Hijacked by evil men with hearts of disdain

64 innocent men women and child

Were to also take part in America’s trial

.As most people slept on that Tuesday morn

Peace and safety from America was torn

The airplanes were driven into the towers side

In horror we watched the terrorist suicide.

Then the second crashed and the towers fell

And the devil laughed as we all glimpsed hell.

But devestation and terror were just at their start

As plane number three hit the nation’s heart.

The pentagon, a symbol of American might

Crumbled and burned far into the night

What makes a hero? One brave and bold?

Or maybe a sacrifice of worth untold.

The men on the fourth plane chose to fight back

And with the price of death, they crashed off track.

Where were the Hijackers planning to go?

Thanks to some Heroes – we may never know.

Outside of Pittsburg the journey cut short

But those brave souls will be rewarded in Heavens court

A surprise attack by cowardly hate

A nation is left in a dazed and shocked state

How many dead? Or lives destroyed?

Is peace now a concept that is null and void?

The painful cries as we witness the gore

Are overshadowed by the cries for war

Mothers, brothers, sisters, fathers and child

Trapped in a tomb under the rubbles pile

Osama Bin Laddin is the name that we hear

Osama Bin Laddin is the name of fear

He’s caused pain and havoc over quite some time

But sheltered by governments freed from his crime.

An army of soldiers that are willing to die

The price of revenge is bound to be high.

Can we fight a foe that we cannot see?

Are we fighting for hate? Or Liberty?

Is the cry for justice that is going around

A front for revenge? Can peace be found?

Will the blood of ‘Bin Laddin” or any other man

Bring comfort and safety back to our land?

How many others will be laid to rest

Will we pass this final test?

I don’t know the answers. I’m afraid of the cost

But if we continue to pray then all is not lost.

We won’t let them win in this act of fraud

We’re still the USA! One nation under God.