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Created on: May 24, 2009
Twin sisters standing stately for all the world to see,
A symbol of hope and pride and our democracy.
They ne'er faltered, through wind nor rain nor storm,
Till evil spread its mighty wings and hatred brought them down.
Through clear blue skies the devil came, and we never saw the threat.
The fires of hell consumed us, bringing misery and death.
Ailing hearts cried out in agony, unable to ease their pain
As we tried to understand the wickedness brought on by mortal man.
The world watched on in horror as the great twin sisters fell;
The airwaves screaming out the images of this first hand look at hell.
New York City, the Pentagon, and then United Flight 93;
How could such a senseless act of violence ever come to be?
Fallen heroes, all of them, no matter what they had done,
These fathers and mothers and daughters and sons.
They were all left to perish due to one man's sole command,
Too gutless to come forward and make his own stand.
We mourn the deaths of thousands that were lost on that day,
But the memories of this cowardly act will never go away.
The dust may have settled, and the rubble no longer stands,
But no spineless act of terrorism will destroy our great land.
Our soldiers fought in the trenches of Germany and the jungles of Vietnam;
We believe in enduring freedom and will fight till the last breath is drawn.
We'll forever hold our heads up, and exert dignity and pride
You will never take away our freedom, no matter how hard you try
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