A Message To America
For those who have bled.
For those who have cried.
For the Heroes that gave.
For all who have died.
Makes no difference at all
What color or creed.
We all know what to do.
We all know what we need.
Be ye not bowed down.
Stand up now with pride.
Look onward and upward.
Let God be our guide.
We are the people!
The great and the small!
We are America!
We'll not let her fall.
She cannot be tumbled
Like metal and stone.
We must join together.
Can't be done alone.
Hearts trembling, we gazed
At the horrific sight.
Lady Liberty hidden.
In a shroud like the night.
Then came the silence..
A deafening sound....
As the last piece of mortar
Fell to the ground.
The silence is broken.
We now hear a faint yell....
From the wounded and dying
Out of that pit of hell.
Is Our Flag still flying?
How many have died?
Too many! Too many!
From tyrants that hide.
Neath the skirt of religion,
They crawled out from under.
In the name of our God...
They've created this thunder!
"Oh say can you see?
Have we lost any ground?"
"Oh no!" cried our hearts...
"Our patriotism found!"
For the death of the many, the pain of the loss of those that have been left behind, and the wounded and maimed who shall wear their scars forever on their bodies and in their hearts. I shall pray that this atrocity shall never happen again, and that our Government will seek forever for those who have the audacity to teach their young men that to die in such a manner, and take so many innocent lives with them in the name of religion, is not FOR God but AGAINST all His teachings.
By Carol Bouche' Ottlinger
Song Of Joy copyright 2002
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