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I can remember when it was just another day. No different from tomorrow, the same as yesterday. Then the plan was acted, the planes were hijacked, and smoke filled the streets. Businesses closed, schools were let out, and everyone watched as they came down. Numb and shocked, we let out a cry of Anger and Hurt. Like a wounded Lion we struck out, wanting to kill and burn. The war was begun, the battle lines drawn, and the soldiers marched out. We picked through the ashes and searched for the lost, and saved what we could.
It's a shroud that hangs over us who know, a memory forever known. We demanded blood and we got it all, from them and our own. I remember the pain and loss, and I understand our cause. I'm just wondering where it all ends, and if it was worth the cost. Yes, I remember when it was just another calender day. Now it's known everywhere I go, and pain crosses their face.
Yes I remember the eleventh of September, but do I know it all? I see the footage and I cry with the watchers, as we see the buildings fall.
Am I not American if I cry for a healing time? I'd rather soothe and recover, then rain hell from the sky. I've made prayers and offered sympathies, I've said where I stand. I've been ostracized and evil-eyed, and told that I lacked the pride. But I can remember when it all began, and I look at those born now. Their first knowledge will be of war, and how Justice is Retribution now. If they get hit by a neighbor, will they know not to hit back? Or will they make murder in that house, and point to this day in black?
Yes I am Proud of My Country's Ideals, and I Love where I Stand. But I'm not sure even America knows what it stands for now.
Yes I remember the eleventh of September, but what does that mean now?
 SaigaDaichi · Sat Sep 11, 2010 @ 02:48pm · 0 Comments |
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