Towers Falling, A Nation Standing

Towers, airplanes, death from the sky.
Watching, crying, we wonder why.
Buildings crumble, and turn to dust
Killing people, destroying trust.
Parents, children, siblings, lovers.
Dying, missing... still uncovered?
Firemen, cops, and volunteers
Come together, no time for fear.
Nine - eleven, the towers fall...
New York City, still standing tall.
America undivided,
Many races, we stand united.
We carry on, we will not cease,
Prepare for war, but pray for peace.


c Ramon Vera 2001


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