From the dust and the smoke of the towers that fell.
From the metal and concrete . It all looks like hell .
Death and destruction for our country to see .
Brings forth the pride and the faith of the American free.
These Jackel's that did it . Were right on their heels .
The people that did it . We won't cut no deals .
The wounded and dead , Their so hard to number .
The countries in awe. The feelings are somber .
It's easy to hate .The feelings won't linger.
No repercutions till we point the finger .
Our freedoms are strong . Our spirits are high.
Don't do it again. Don't ever try .
The price that they paid . There's no way to repay it.
Too late for your sorries . There's no way you can say it.
You've messed with our families . Too many lives have been touched .
You have given us reason to hate you with lust .
We've joined God and country. The way it should be .
God bless America and the American free.
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Author:
The elder poet (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this a while back. This is something we should never forget. It touched so many families . So many lives We need to remember the hero's that came to help .
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