Attack on America

A poem written by my 17 yr. old daughter.

September 11
(911)

The sun arose, the morning came,
Another day to live the same.
I never knew my heart would fall,
The day I got my mum's phone call.
My country, once, a strong place,
Was getting shoved upon its face,
Four planes crashed, two buildings fell,
September 11, now known as hell.
Pearl Harbor was so long ago,
There was no way that we could know,
That people plotted to kill our men,
Mothers, fathers, all of them...
A hijacked plane, a broken heart,
An awful way for a day to start.
A horrid day for my country's life,
For the pilots... and pilot's wife.
The little boy who called his dad,
And said he'd love him like mad,
He did this as the plane went down,
to the building, to the ground.
The cops and firemen who lost their way,
Have lost their lives in the crash today.
And all for what? Well, no one knows,
There are many reasons... the media throws.
A country's turmoil, another's day.
Palestinians go out to play.
They cheer on God, they cheer on pain,
Happy from the sadness we've gained.
I don't know how it all came so fast,
And, I'm not sure how long it'll last.
But, I know something... I'll shout aloud!
We're Americans and we're very proud!
We will not let this kill our way,
We'll just grow stronger from today,
Please join with me, and openly cry,
We're Americans... we will not die!

~Lizabeth Jeanne - September 11, 2001
jeannefly@yahoo.com

This poem made it in several newspapers.