Treasure Island

Whitney Albright

(07-31-1988 / Alabama)

'Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Down'


Two enormous buildings, destroyed by two planes,
Metal and steal, so tightly bound,
Hundreds of innocent people were slain.
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down!
Citizens fixed their eyes on the disturbing commotion.
They watched the twin towers descend to the ground.
Oh, the faces of terror and emotion!
Ashes, ashes we all fall down!
Gas prices sky high, we juggle.
Americans reveal their lasting frowns.
Our salaries and wages, we struggle.
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down!
But Americans, still we rise when we are fit.
We reach again for each other’s hand and then,
We sing, we walk in circles and never quit.
Until the time when we must fall again.

Submitted: Saturday, September 27, 2008
Edited: Tuesday, December 23, 2008

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  • Norma Southwood (10/8/2008 11:23:00 AM)

    I tried often to write about 9.11.
    I never managed anything worth keeping, but this is very good.
    I like the positive ending too. (Report) Reply

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