Was your flag flying high on September Ten?

Was your flag soaring high on September Ten? Or did it not seem so important back then? You raise it now as you play our nation’s song. The question remains:  For how long? Was your patriotism showing on September Nine? Or had it been hidden away for quite some time? You proudly profess it now, more than in the past. The question remains:  How long will it last? Would you stop and help a stranger on September Eight? Or did you pass him by, not wanting to be late? You volunteer now no matter what the venue. The question remains:  Will it continue? Did you support the officer’s of the law on September Seven? Or just complain about the violence on the news at eleven? You now boast on how they are the best in the land. The question remains:  How long will it stand? Did you appreciate our firefighters on September Six? Or curse, when slowed by their trucks, put you in a fix? You now call them heroes and the cream of the crop. The question remains:  When will it stop? Were you a recurrent blood donor on September Five? Or just expect it to be there, to keep “you” alive? Now to give, you stand and cheer for hours in a line. The question remains:  Will there be enough next time? Did you respect our military on September Four? Or applaud defense cuts on the congressional floor? You now salute and honor them like you give a damn. The question remains:  Will it be another Viet Nam? Did you sacrifice for your neighbors on September Three? Or did you just think, there’s nothing in it for me? Now you console and comfort them in their sorrow. The question remains:  Will you be there tomorrow? Were you praying for world peace on September Two? Or were there more important things you had to do? Now you go to church, the synagogue and mass. The question remains:  Will this too, just pass? Were you united behind your president on September One? Or still angry because you thought Al Gore had won? Now you denounce bipartisanship, all for one cause. The question remains:  When will this too pause? It was tragic what happened to our Nation on September Eleven. We saw a glimpse of hell; for answers we looked up to heaven. We found the lining behind the cloud and made some good from that fateful day. The questions remain:  What did we learn and how long will it stay that way.Comment on the poetry, not the subject matter, please.  Was written based on my feelings, not a desire to push them onto anyone.  Thank you. Ken Written January 12th, 2002 © on Jan 12 2002 08:28 AM PST   0 • 18 • 12