TWO THOUSAND ONE, NINE ELEVEN (2001-911)
Two thousand one, nine eleven.
Three thousand plus arrive in heaven.
As they pass through the gate,
Thousands more appear in wait.
A bearded man with stovepipe hat
Steps forward saying, "Lets sit, lets chat".
They settle down in seats of clouds.
A man named Martin shouts out proud "I have a dream!"
and once he did The Newcomer said, "Your dream still lives."
Groups of soldiers in blue and gray. Others in khaki,
and green then say "We're from Bull Run,
Yorktown , the Maine " The Newcomer said, "You died not in vain."
From a man on sticks one could hear "The only thing we have to fear.
The Newcomer said, "We know the rest, trust us sir,
we've passed that test."
"Courage doesn't hide in caves. You can't bury freedom, in a grave,"
The Newcomers had heard this voice before.
A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannis port shores.
A silence fell within the mist. Somehow the Newcomer knew that this,
Meant time had come for her to say.
What was in the hearts of the five thousand plus that day.
"Back on Earth, we wrote reports, Watched our children play in
sports. Worked our gardens, sang our songs.
Went to church and clipped coupons. We smiled, we laughed, we cried,
we fought. Unlike you, great, we're not".
The tall man in the stovepipe hat Stood and said,
"Don't talk like that! Look at your country,
look and see You died for freedom, just like me."
Then, before them all appeared a scene Of rubble streets and twisted
beams Death, destruction, smoke and dust.
And people working just 'cause they must.
Hauling ash, lifting stones, Knee deep in hell, but not alone
"Look! Black man, White man, Brown man,
Yellow man! Side by side helping their fellow man!"
So said Martin, as he watched the scene
"Even from nightmares, can be born a dream."
Down below three firemen raised, The colors high into ashen haze.
The soldiers above had seen it before On Iwo Jima back in '45.
The man on sticks studied everything closely. Then shared his
perceptions on what he saw mostly.
"I see pain, I see tears, I see sorrow--but I don't see fear."
"You left behind husbands and wives Daughters and sons and so many
lives are suffering now because of this wrong.
But look very closely. You're not really gone.
All of those people, even those who've never met you.
All of their lives, they'll never forget you.
Don't you see what has happened? Don't you see what you've done?
You've brought them together, together as one.
With that the man in the stovepipe hat said "Take my hand," and from
there he led three thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven
On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven.
Author UNKNOWN (if anyone knows the Author of this poem please write and let me know)
Never "FORGET" America, because it COULD happen again!
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