Death came upon a day so clear,
to the land of the eagle that had no fear.
Those evil ones dedicated to death,
struck at our home with deadly breath.
Another day of infamy,
visited to the shores of the land of the free
Stretched to the sky, the towers of light,
a five sided building of martial might.
Men, women and children, all passengers on doomed flight,
Attacked by demons proclaiming Islam’s plight
The towers of power, they did quickly fall.
A cry from the people. Rally! Stand tall!
This attack of sick and evil blight,
only strengthened our resolve and the will to fight.
A city covered in ash and fire,
a need for revenge, a dark desire.
A giant awakened to war once more,
set to the task to even the score.
To route the protectors of terror and tyranny,
a solemn resolve for the world to see.
We know that freedom is not free,
and vigilance, the price of liberty.
The lessons of the past renewed in blood once more,
of the dangers that lurk darkly beyond our shore.
To those who stand in harm’s way,
to protect and serve us all, day by day.
To those heroes who live in and among us,
now set on the mission to do what they must.
To bring to account the perpetrators of hate,
the need for justice they must sate.
Forget not the servants of liberty,
for they are the ones, who toil for us to be free.
We all are the people, who struggle and yearn to be free,
those born to this land, and those who came in search of liberty,
to be free from the yoke of hatred and tyranny.
Hand in hand, united we all stand.
And we will endure.
A poem of 9-11, a remembrance and a dedication to those who fought, who fell, and who brought justice to the victims of that crime.
I originally wrote this poem while I was studying for my degree and dedicated it to my family. It has been modified slightly in this edition.