That Fateful September {911}
For those who have paid ultimately for FREEDOM
As I stood and watched the towers burn
I thought when will those who hate us learn
America isnt measured by its tallest steeple
but by the dignity and courage of its people
America is a concept, rather than a nation
where freedom reigns in constant celebration
where new thoughts and ideas are cherished
those rights evident by those who perished
mothers, fathers, a family member
taken away that fateful september
a horrible tragedyy, and a great loss
but the concept will remain at any cost
America will continue to flourish and grow
and in the very end all will know
unlike the towers the people still stand
all races, religions, proudly, hand in hand
In the end we shall all decease
and the concept will change to eternal peace
For Some
Copyright © Bob C Shank
Copyright © Bob Shank | Year Posted 2006
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