Nine One One
Nine minutes, to become a hero, what could be done?
Individuals, gathering, for one goal, act as one.
No one knows, exactly how this tragedy, begun.
Exemplary persons stepped up, under the gun.
Our thoughts and prayers will go forever more.
Near and far memories will live in our hearts core.
Emptiness felt of losses, along with devastating gore.
Our past should guide us, never let down, our guard.
Never again, to let enemies, deal us, a deadly card.
E Pluribus Unum will always guide our spirits hard.
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