Nine-One-One-Needed To Be Given Us A Vengeful War Won
Danger, danger all around...
Worldly tears came to rest at a long
measured affronted mournful breast.
In our heart's God's promised freedom
of country were shed many unnumbered tears...
A deadly reckoning, awakened many hidden fears.
T'was over three thousand deaths, had left to us all,
an enlargened painful cross to bear...
The whole free world has outburdened to all, a woeful,
This saddened burden was brought to bare...
Planely smokey, flame emblazoned twin buildings once stood
real proud and tall.
This pain filled catastrophe, ignited in America,
a much vengeful-freedom's call.
Copyright © Michael Gale | Year Posted 2007
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