...9-11 Tragedy Tribute...

Last Updated:  November 4, 2001

"These acts shattered steel, but they cannot dent the steel of America's resolve."
          -- George W. Bush, President of the United States

One

As the soot and dirt and ash rained down,
We became one color.
As we carried each other down the stairs of the
burning building,
We became one class.
As we lit candles of waiting and hope,
We became one generation.
As the firefighters and police officers fought their
way into the inferno,
We became one gender.
As we fell to our knees in prayer for strength,
We became one faith.
As we whispered or shouted words of encouragement,
We spoke one language.
As we gave our blood in lines a mile long,
We became one body.
As we mourned together the great loss,
We became one family.
As we cried tears of grief and loss,
We became one soul.
As we retell with pride of the sacrifice of heroes,
We become one people.

We are
One color
One class
One generation
One gender
One faith
One language
One body
One family
One soul
One people

We are The Power of One.
We are United.
We are America.

THE WORST DAY IN HISTORY

9-11-01

By Kristen L. DeCarbo

Who could imagine that on 9-11-01
The event would change an entire nation
Stronger than gunfire, in the twin towers, two planes collide
Creating an enormous bomb
Sending out shock to everyone
For every man, woman and child
The streets of New York grew chillingly wild
The firefighters, police and rescue teams ran to the scene of the crime
Following every sigh, scream and whine
In search for lives that were lost in debris
With hope to return them safe to family
The World Trade Center Towers-so tall, now reduced to dust
Once believed to be a safe nation
In God we trust
Terrorists in shadows we learn create this tragedy
Left fear and confusion throughout New York City
No longer were we secure as we all once believed to be
We had to all bond together like the people of NYC
If I live to be an old lady, I will never forget this attack
Now a vivid memory that we shudder to look back
So many people perish in the blaze
Their friends and family left in a daze
Some survive with stories hard to believe
Some told to stay while others chose to leave
The running, the screaming, for their lives to be spared
Soon we would learn how many volunteers cared
The Red Cross, the community, the victims who survived
The faces of survivors who worked beyond tired
The families and friends who learned loved ones expired
Our nation, our country will never be the same
New York City, the Pentagon, each victim on each plane
We will never forget the importance of our colors Red, White, and Blue
And the question we asked ourselves-What can we do?
Blood and money donated immediately
To this worthy cause to create unity
We are all so proud to be Americans in the USA
And it doesn't matter what religion we are -we all continue to pray
For we now shout! Let us finish what has begun!
For those of us still living after 9-11-01 !

By Anita and Son Jason
Anitangel31@aol.com
September 11, 2001

Twenty One years in America, terror has hit like I never knew,
As tears rolled down my face… I helplessly watched in horror as the Twin Towers disappeared from my view.
Two Towers side by side that proudly stood strong and tall,
Representing the power and strength of America however, it could not sustain that foreboding fall.
My eyes did not want to see and my ears did not want to hear,
Nevertheless, the truth was before me as I come to terms with the pain to bear.
How can hatred and anger that one-man hold,
Left chaos and destruction and so many lost souls?
One of his many threats has finally hit home,
As the hearts of America bled for each as if our own.
The memory will soon not fade but this will slowly pass,
Time will be out healer as our heart lets go of that cast.
The images of people jumping and being drove to their death,
Will slowly in time be replaced as closure and justice is met.
The tears that flow steadily for loved ones that are missing,
Will slowly in time have closure for all our prayers will be listened.
For the loneliness in our heart…for loved ones that fell victim and died,
Will slowly in time change into honor, for America will hear each silent cry.
For those who need love, comfort and assurance, just open your door,
Americans have proven that our hearts are pure gold…

"DEAR GOD, THEY'RE ASKING WHY"

Dear God ,they're asking how I know Ten Thousand Angels came.
They're asking how I know ,for sure, that you are not to blame.
They're asking why this happened, if you're so full of love.
They're asking how I know, some rode the wings of a dove.

They're asking why you took our people, in such a horrendous way.
They're asking why you weren't there, on that fearful, fateful day.
They're asking why some had to die, while others were set free.
They're asking why the children died, Just why it had to be.

They're asking why the rescuers, have to see this horrid sight.
They're asking why our soldiers, must go away and fight.
They're asking why our canines, are forced to go and find,
The empty shells of bodies, that fate has left behind.

They're asking why our freedom, has been taken temporarily,
They're asking why Bin Laden, came to this insanity.
They're asking why the Pentagon, was taken from our midst.
They're asking why the towers, once straight, now bend and twist.

They're asking why the hero's , aboard the Pittsburgh plane,
Had to make a choice that day, why can't I just explain?
That we never really owned these souls, they were here on a loan.
They always belonged to you, and you have called them home.

Amidst all the confusion, the sweat the blood, the tears,
There's only one thing we can do, to rid us of our fears.
Reach out to you and trust you, is all that we can do.
And pray your will be done, and try not to question you.

How do I know the angels came, and that your doves were sent?
How do I know you even saw, the tears , the cries, the torment?
All I can say is by your grace, I know that you were there.
How do I know? I can only tell them, I just felt you in the air.

Gaylesnohio@aol.com

It was Tuesday morning when they heard,
and they rushed to the scene.
There was no way that they could know, 
what this call would mean.
When they arrived, they rushed right in,
not a second thought at all.
Who protects the protectors, 
when they rush to a call? 

Up they went into the fire,
with people all around.
The only ones going up,
while the rest were coming down.
They met the fire and began their fight,
not a single one would stall.
Who protects the protectors,
when buildings start to fall?

I can't believe this happened,
and what they took away.
Sometimes it's hard to think about,
but we wont forget that day.
And, now I say a silent prayer,
when I pass a fire hall.
God, please protect the protectors,
for they protect us all.

-Roger Higgins Sept. 19, 2001

The Power is Within Us

We stood and watched in horror,
Those terrifying images on T.V.
We refused to believe those images,
As we fell upon our knees.

The heroes living among us,
Plain folks like you and me.
Helping one another in peril,
Staying behind they did not flee.

The power is within us,
To make the world a better place.
One act of goodness upon another,
Living life with dignity and some grace.

Treat one another with kindness,
Hug a child and kiss a friend.
Reach out to any stranger,
And our hearts will begin to mend.

Good will triumph over evil,
God has not turned and looked away.
He has given us free will to choose,
And so it begins with each of us today.

Why does it take a tragedy?
To learn what we already know.
That hate and fear will destroy us,
Only love and compassion will help us grow.

We are the land of freedom,
We stand united as one.
Please, God bless our America,
There's much work that needs to be done.

AT THIS TIME, WE ARE ALL STRESSED ABOUT,
BUT HAVE NO FEAR GOD WILL HELP US OUT.
HE HAS HELPED US BE STRONG ENOUGH TO HELP ONE ANOTHER,
ALL DIFFERENT RACES HAVE JOINED IN TOGETHER.
AND LORD WE THANK YOU FOR GIVING US THAT STRENGTH,
ITS A SHAME A TRAGEDY BRINGS OUT WHAT HE HAVE WITHIN.
BUT I KNEW SOMEDAY WE WOULD ALL HAVE TO SEE,
HOW A PERSON THAT IS DIFFERENT IS ACTUALLY JUST THE SAME AS ME.
DONATIONS OF BLOOD, AND THOUSANDS OF MONEY TOO,
GOD BLESS THOSE WHO NOW HAVE CLOTHES AND FOOD.
AND MAY YOU TAKE CARE OF OUR BEST UP THERE IN HEAVEN,
WE LOVE THEM SO MUCH, OUR RELATIVES AND FRIENDS.
YOU HAVE SHOWN US THE GREATEST WITH RED, WHITE AND BLUE,
MAKING SURE WE LOVE OUR COUNTRY JUST AS WE LOVE YOU.
THANKS SO MUCH LORD, YOU'VE REALLY SHOWN US THE WAY,
AND PLEASE BLESS THOSE WHO CHOOSE TO RUIN OUR EVERYDAY.
MAKE SURE THE CHILDREN CAN RUN AND PLAY LIKE KIDS,
DON'T LET THEM STRESS BECAUSE THEY ARE INNOCENT.
GOD BLESS AMERICA, YES THAT IS OUR SONG,
AND LORD WE THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN BECAUSE ITS WHERE WE BELONG.

WRITTEN BY REYNA LORELLE HART, AGE 24, SEPT.29TH,2001.

                                 Brothers of the City
It is amazing that in a matter of minutes the world could change forever
The brothers falling like a feather
People running people crying
To many people seen dieing
180 stories gone in a minute
Imagine the pain imagine the terror
Of those in the brothers gone forever
It's hard to imagine the scenes the people saw
As they watched the dawn of a new war
In the paper the faces of those poor people on those planes
Imagine the spirit that was drained
Why those building what did they do
There had to be a reason why god chose those two
Thousand's of people gone forever
The brothers falling like a feather
             By
        Christina Arceri

Dedicated
to the Shot family...They lost their father and husband, Frank Shot.

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