Woken to a vast brilliant blue, as a picture, so pretty.
The eleventh, it was marked, the days, they flew,
A change, so sudden, in seconds, they knew
Morning was now taken, as darkness burdened the city.
Sirens wailed, their engines dispersed the dust.
Strangers now, would become friends evermore
Embracing, hail Mary full of gracing, as fires did roar.
The brave climbed skyward, in each other they did trust.
A shudder, a last look and black was the sight.
Hope hid deep between the debris and destruction
In seconds fell, what was years in construction.
Dreams were lost, as at the end of the tunnel, shun no light
Empty beds, homes and stations, because of feuding nations, September,
The lonely, the brave, the departed, the saved, always remembered!
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