A Tribute to the TWIN TOWERS

A Tribute to the TWIN TOWERS

They Stood proud in the heart of lower Manhattan

Gazing silently over the beautiful city of New York

Tourists came by, in the thousands, every day of the year

Some would stay and some just glanced as they passed

Laughter of children big and small echoed through the walls

Couples in love holding hands went from the bottom to the top

Traders came from lands near and far to market their wares

They were a monument, a landmark, an icon of my country

Evil befell on them on the eleventh of the ninth of 2001

When the hearts of these sky beauties were torn apart

It was shredded into pieces of unbelievable parts

They stood upright with smoke and fire as long as they could hold

Trying to save the many that were trapped in their many folds

We saw the terror and horror of human life as they twisted down

The unbelievable sadness and shock that followed in that town

Clouds of dust rose with hurling stones that covered the streets

The people of rank and uniform came running to help the injured and dying

But alas their fate, they went in and were folded in with the many

Eyes are filled with tears and hearts are heavy with grief and sadness

Embedded deep in our sorrow forever, will be the drops of bleeding hearts

Now the great ones lay crumpled and quiet at the base of their being

The reality of thousands gone was still to everyone, unbelieved

Rise, oh great nation, for the cross you bear is weighing heavy

In the future generations of many years and centuries to come by

Destruction and loss of this magnitude will never be forgotten by any

Skies are gray and weeping, the air is choked with sorrow

Blossoms of the autumn are predicting a very grim tomorrow

Wounds will heal in time; scars will never leave; but the world must go on

The promise of our President: "We shall rebuilt this city"

Contributing to the vigorous task is the "Mayor for life"

America, the great, comes forth with faith and peace for the world

This act of cowardice will be stopped. The country is united

The wishes of many who perished were not to stop the life

For life is beautiful and cannot be washed away with sorrow

The heroes of the twins will live forever, never to be forgotten

Their peace in death has become the salvation and life of so many

The little Chapel of St Paul, a miracle of modern time, stood tall among all evil

That God walks amongst us, is a sign of promise to his people

The dust of the departed settled silently on the grounds of the cemetery

It was a burial blessed with angels singing, a metal cross, and ringing of chapel bells

Death is not the end, but it is the beginning of life with Him in heaven

Rejoice people of the freedom, your time is at hand

A poem by Pmmo