Fred B. Baker, II

TERROR 911

I was at breakfast with friends when the sad news came
It was tragic indeed, but no need to lay blame
Then I heard of a second disaster
I said a silent prayer to my Master

These acts of terror just wouldn’t end
I heard at the capitol it had happened again
Then both towers collapsed, a plane crashed in a field
Finally, to my horror, shock, and anger I yield

I am a man who fought a war and cherishes peace
For over thirty years my life has had a new lease
Suddenly, a faceless coward has hardened my heart
I want retribution against those who took part

Can our world ever regain the security we knew?
In light of today’s events our chances seem few
These terrorist acts generate no gain-just fear
Oh you great world communities are you listening, do you hear?

Why are these groups allowed to spread hate?
If the world can’t unite, all will suffer the same fate
Can you not see – it’s useless insanity?
Terror is the most insidious crime against humanity

©Copyright September 11, 2001 Fred B Baker, II

TALIBAN AND BIN LADEN

The dust has settled
The smoke has cleared
The market did
Just what we feared

The Taliban government
Is posturing greatly
Hoping our resolve
Has faded lately

May God or Allah
Have mercy on their souls
For the U.S. troops
Will find their hidey-holes

Fire will rain
From heaven above
We’re sending in the EAGLE
Not the familiar dove

When the sulfur
Is smelled no more
And we have had enough
Of your stinking war

We will grow our economy
As only we can
No one will remember
Those called the Taliban

©Copyright September 25, 2001 by Fred B Baker, II

THE THREE THOUSAND

Cranes amid smoke and burning rubble
Searching for lost souls in that hell
Tears caress my cheek and stubble
Over three thousand, tolls the bell

They claim Jihad to justify their hate
A blackness deep as a well
In a better place so many wait
Over three thousand, tolls the bell

Our heartfelt resolve is so immense
Tales of our retribution, posterity will tell
Why are we spurred to such defense?
Over three thousand, tolls the bell

God in his mercy eases the pain
We ache less for those who fell
But we won’t forget those who were slain
Over three thousand, tolls the bell

FLIGHT 93

You may oft times wonder
Why America stays free
Think of the heroes
On Flight 93

Disbelief had gripped us
Lives taken away
In three acts of terror
That fateful day

Choking smoke and dust
Faces of hoarfrost
Tearful men covered gray
Search for the lost

An instant of panic
The country’s toll
A battle was lost
Till the final “Let’s roll”