Nine-ElevenA Poem by KenaA short poem of 9/11.
The terrorists struck the giant towers
In one of America's darkest hours. Many lives lost, the country through... Lucky me, lucky you. A million died slow, painful deaths, Taking in last precious breaths, Though many tried to save us all, A lot of people began to fall. The day's remembered everywhere By people filling with despair. It's something we cannot forget, Saved by an amazing vet. I am grateful to the heroes, and always have been; They saved me from being a street-set orphan. And to this day, I still see tears Fill eyes of saddened people here. The flag still flies, and it isn't odd With this whole nation under God. © 2010 KenaAuthor's Note
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