'9/11'

In shock we sat, with mouth agape,
And watched the towers fall.
The feelings, we later could talk about.
But, while watching, couldn't speak at all.

The look of terror on their faces,
As they ran from the danger,
Will long live in our memories.
'Was this caused by a stranger?'

When the dust had settled,
And the workers began, to dig under the rubble,
They found that most did not survive.
Anger built as we asked,'Who caused this trouble?'

Persistently they worked for weeks,
And grasped for each small hope.
Though they thought, 'No one could still live.'
They struggled with jackhammer, light and rope.

Though exhausted from the tiring work,
Of trying to find another,
The men and women, would not give up.
They were searching for their brother.

The majority didn't make it.
The rescuers struggled, in vain, for them.
And for the few, who were rescued,
Their lives seemed, 'Oh so grim.'

Tired, dirty, and with urgency,
The workers labored on.
Because another voice, another heartbeat,
Was crying out with each dawn.

No, the multitude didn't make it.
But, there was joy with each new sun,
When through the blood, sweat and tears,
They managed to save another one.

They thought we'd cower in terror,
And be putty in their hands.
What a shock it must have been for them,
When for liberty, 'WE DID STAND!'

Many died, and the one's who survived,
Are still healing from the pain.
But, we refuse to sit idly by,
While they just strike again.

Though strike again they have.
And more lives have been scarred.
We'll not only, 'FIGHT FOR FREEDOM!'
We will also, 'BE ON GUARD!'