"Whenever I despair, I remember the way of truth and love has always prevailed.
There may be tyrants and murderers, and for a time they may seem invincible,
but in the end they always fail. Think of it: always..."-Mahatma Gandhi
Early morning, the sun rises, bringing forth a new day,
an early day in September, when eleven struck,
tearing the fabric of society limb from limb;
causing us to feel vulnerable for a while.
Then came one-seventy-five and life paused.
An act by madmen, on a maniacal quest;
fear was their ally, chaos was their calling.
They tried and they failed.
Resilient, stubborn, America;
sifting through the ashes,
rising from the ruins,
We still stand, steady, resurrected.
Fanatics struck at our heart, trying to wound us,
tearing through the center,
breaking down a wall.
When the dust cleared, we prevailed.
A leader untested, put to the test,
tried by the unseen.
Unspeakable horror, unprecedented terror,
a crime without a face.
Seventy-seven out of control came by surprise,
mourning in its downward decent.
Striking the fortress of might,
they came, they struck, the fortress still stands.
As the sun rose to the sky's middle,
They tried once again with ninety-three.
Missing their target, they did not prevail;
landing in a field, lost somewhere in Somerset.
When ninety-three was taken for an unholy cause,
those now dead became heroes,
taking back our plane, saving countless lives,
Their souls rising from the field, while bodies lay in rubble.
Misguided souls fighting an unholy war,
Twisting the words of Muhammad,
Fear was their ally, chaos their calling.
Our bodies lie among steel, yet we breathe.
The sun still sets, the moon still rises,
Seasons change, leaves fall, life continues.
They tried to kill our spirits.
They lost; we still stand; we will go on.
"An eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind."-Mahatma Gandhi