In Memory of September 11th
Inspiration Behind this poem
Staring at a flag, half-mast, I pondered what it could mean. All the beautiful colors, Such an elegant scene. Why does this banner yet wave, Over this land of the free, This home of the brave?
A loaded gun in hand. One way to become a man. The enemy he has killed, For freedom to be revealed. A friend or two he has lost, What a tragic, tearful cost.
The night, it draws to a close. Yet the fighting rages on. They die, we cry, "Bye, bye." We mourn for the ones long gone.
A declaration goes forth. Independence and much more. A battle fought worthwhile. Those who died, we'll miss for sure.
Brothers, uncles, and fathers too. Many died for me and you. AND THE BANNER YET WAVES!
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