A TRIBUTE
~1 ~
I can't, so far remote, know of the pain
That memory delivers to the grieving heart;
Of turmoil and distress both cruel the same,
That will over a lifetime fade but not depart.
I can but know what my sad eyes do view,
Upon the screen that shows the tragic scene,
Absent yet involved for my mind being true,
Was there in that same place where I've not been.
'Tis true the devils struck without remorse,
Giving up their lives for reasons based on hate,
For what other reason could man seek this course,
Mind patterned to a fundamental fate ...
And where they struck innocent folk lay dead,
And still the cry of pain lives in my head.
~ 2 ~
This was not war this foul religious deed,
Performed my men with minds processed to hate,
This was a crime against our basic seed,
Against the moral values of a peaceful state.
It killed and maimed and shattered hearts and souls,
It turned to rubble two great landmark towers,
Yet as the spirits rose from those red coals,
There formed a stronger faith that bloomed like flowers,
Across the vastness of the united states,
In every heart and soul and limb and brain,
In every man and woman who with love relates,
That they stood tall and strong despite the pain.
God bless America long shall she be free,
To serve the world for as long as a world may be.