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azcapt
79 / male
phoenix, Arizona, US
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Two Thousand One, Nine Eleven
Two thousand one, nine eleven
Three thousand plus arrive in heaven
As they pass through the gate,
Thousands more appear in wait
A bearded man with stovepipe hat
Steps forward saying, "Lets sit, lets chat"
They settle down on seats of clouds
A man named Martin shouts out proud
" I have a dream!" and once he did
The Newcomer said, "Your dream still lives."
Groups of soldiers in blue and gray
Others in Khaki and green then say
Where from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine"
The Newcomer said, :You died not in vain."
From a man on sticks one could hear
"The only thing we have to fear.
The Newcomer said "We know the rest,
trust us sir, we've passed the test.
"Courage doesn't hide in caves
You can't bury freedom, in a grave"
The Newcomer had heard this voice before
A distinct Yankee twang from Hyannisport shores
A silence fell within the mist
Somehow the Newcomer knew that this
meant time had come for her to say
What was in the hearts of the people that day.
"Back on earth, we wrote reports,
Watched our children play in sports
Worked our gardens, sang our songs
Went to church, and clipped coupons.
We smiled, we laughed , we cried, we fought
Unlike you, great we're not"
The tall man in the stovepipe hat
stood and said "Don't talk like that"
Look at your country, look and see
You died for freedom just like me"
Then before them all, appeared a scene
Of rubbled streets and twisted beams
Death, destruction, smoke and dusk
And people working just cause they must
Hauling ash, lifting stones
Knee deep in hell, but not alone
Black man , white man , Brown man, Yellow man
Side by side helping their Fellow man!"
Down below three fireman raised
The colors high into ashen haze
The soldiers above had seen it before
On Iwo Jima back in "45
The man on sticks studied everything closely
Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly
"" I see pain, I see tears, I see sorrow--
but I don't see fear"..
You left behind husbands and wives
Daughters and sons and so many lives
are suffering now because of this wrong
But look very closely. You're not really gone.
All of those people, even those who never met you
All of their lives, they'll never forget you
Don't you see what has happened?
Don't you see what you've done?
You've brought them together, together as one.
With that, the man in the stovepipe hat said
"Take my hand" and from there he led
Three thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven
On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven.
Author unknown---what a shame!
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