9/11/01

Everyone shout,

Everyone cry,

The terrorists are flying by—

Upward do I turn my eye,

Upward to the blackened sky,

Smoke and chaos fills the air,

Fear and Hate is everywhere—

But America's spirit is not broken,

In the air we fly our token—

Our token stands for Justice and love,

A flag turned to the sky above—

America will fight back, too,

With Faith in our Red, White, and Blue—

A lesson should those terrorists learn,

That's soon it'll always be their turn…