American Dreams are a reality as each forefather knew.
United People, with a-vision, making dreams come true.
An American Giant lays at leisure in a false reverie,
with many allies, no reason for much needed security.
A Nine-One-One alarm is heard, all around the world.
New York's twin towers, two airliners have been hurled.
Planes with many passengers, high-jacked from the sky,
A fourth crashed in Pennsylvania, hero's chose to die.
Pentagon's bombed with a plane, full of people and fuel.
Terrorists are suspected, only They could be this cruel.
America's many freedoms, religion is one's own choice.
We stand for the rights of others in one united voice.
Terrorist's say "It's God's will, the cause of this deed."
Claiming our precious Savior, has sown the vulgar seed.
It's In-Human, Human beings, they will be made to pay.
If not now, I know for sure, they will, on Judgement day.
Be with us, Lord, in our great battle, we ask of you today.
Guide the leaders of every nation, in all they do and say.
We do not know for sure, which way we are, now, to turn.
Lord, give your wisdom to U.S. now, that we may discern.
When a cobra, strike at you, off must come its head.
Jesus, you find this culprit, this snake should be dead.
Lord, now avenge your precious name, we call on you, we pray.
God bless us, your human race, Lord, heal our land this day.
We salute you courageous men of arms that gave your life to keep
us free from the Evils which lurk about. God will Bless all those who layed
down their life for our Freedom..
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There is one day I will always remember Almost the end of summer, the 11 th of September “America’s under attack, thousands feared dead” I walked down the hall to see what had happened And watched in awe and horror as the towers were flattened Over 100 stories were reduced to only seven Many innocent people were called up to heaven Business people, tourists, and children of all ages Trapped within the ruins, like animals in cages For those who escaped, they owe a great debt To the rescuers, I call Fallen Heroes, who have not been found yet Over 300 firefighters on that day lost their lives Never again to go home to hug their husbands or wives Some have been found, like a man known as Father Mike He was a firefighter and a Chaplain, he died administering the last rites Fire Chief Peter Ganci, survived the first tower falling He ran south to save more: It was not just his job, it was a calling As the second tower was being evacuated under his direction It too collapsed, this time on him, he had no protection Too many personal stories, all hard to tell Cannot begin to describe this living Hell What we are left with are pictures of rubble Painstakingly long searches, and no end to trouble Investigators and rescue workers are now at Ground Zero To pick apart the rubble, and take home a Fallen Hero Anxiously waiting is a parent, spouse or child To say a final good-bye, some closure is required I watch these personal stories unfold on TV Everyone heartbreaking, especially to me For I too am a firefighter, just like those who died Maybe not as brave, but just like them, I would have tried It is something hard to explain, but many of us feel The camaraderie amongst firefighters, is the profession's greatest appeal On TV I watched over 300 Fallen Heroes names pass by I stood up and saluted, and silently started to cry O Lord, how I wish I could turn back time, before the 11 th of September But I know Lord, this cannot be done, and so we always remember; OUR FALLEN HEROES You are gone from this earth, but not from our hearts Written by: Keith E. Pyne, Assistant Deputy Chief and Fire Prevention Officer Albert Bridge Volunteer Fire Department, Nova Scotia |
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