Two Thousand One, Nine Eleven

September 11, 2001 (Tuesday) - For all victims of the terrorism tragedy in the United States of America, and the loved ones left behind.

        Two thousand one, Nine Eleven
        Six 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, "You died not in vain."

        Groups of soldiers in blue and gray
        Others in khaki, and green they say
        "We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine"
        The Newcomers 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 Hyannisport 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 rubbled 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 fireman raise
        The colors high into ashen haze
        The soldiers above had seen it before
        On Iwo Jima back in '44

        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
        Six thousand plus heroes, newcomers to Heaven
        On this day, two thousand one, nine one eleven.

[ Author: Paul Spreadbury -- per S.L. Pulley (CFPulley@neo.rr.com), Sept. 11, 2002 ]


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