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In remembrance of those who gave their lives September 7th, 2001.

Our Song

by chloeblue2

Horror, destruction

death, and despair

The deafening silence,

us standing there

The television showed images

of a gruesome attack

We stared at the screen,

our jaws gone slack

I was a child then,

not quite comprehending

The fact that thousands upon thousands of lives were ending

I was too young,

just not understanding

My parents collapsed,

cursing and damning

In my ignorance I asked:

"What happened? Why'd they crash?"

My mother replied:

"It was a man, ill-tempered and rash."

"A man and his mind,"

"smothered with hate."

"He sent the attack"

"on the United States."

I just don't know

why we can't all get along

But until then,

we'll keep singing our song

God Bless America

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