Rubble

Huge, vast, acres of death. the "News" endlessly portrays. The towers of terror rained on Manhattan in recent days. Rescuers, our heroes, who represent us all- all who would dig with our bare hands and heed the call. To find one, just one person alive, breathing, reaching, waiting, and hoping a victim of terrorists seething. Wait....wait...something is new, debris is giving way, to what you may ask, could be different today? Concrete, debris, the dead all still there, what is new, you see, is life in the air! Up from the rubble is born a new spirit of the strong, brave and courageous, it won't be long, until you will see, death is not a victory! A catalyst for years to come, the cowards will not have won, we, the people, will stand as one terrorism will be undone! So, to destroy democracy, they brought terror, and the enemy will see, WE have won the victory, up from the RUBBLE! Written September 14th, 2001 © on Sep 13 2001 05:55 PM PST   0 • 12