A Tribute To September,11 2001 Poem by Jaana Coon

A Tribute To September,11 2001



Dawn breaks over the horizon,
the first rays of sunshine
start to warm the air
and brighten the city.

It is a clear blue sky this morning,
it is just perfect.
Everyone buzzes around, ready
to start their morning.

Nothing at all seems to
be wrong or could ruin this day.
No one is aware of the
immanent danger they are in.

New Yorkers rushing to do
all they need to,
not taking a moment to
stop and see the world.

BOOM! ! ! Hundreds of
innocent people, their lives
suddenly go up in flames
as the plane crashes.

Thousands of people below
suddenly stop to see
the inferno inside the building
rage on and the smoke billow out.

This once seemingly great day,
now has threatened us
and the lives of many people,
it is now an attack.

The people below stop to stare,
trying to figure out what
happened for this explosion
to occur inside the building.

No one ever thinks that
a jumbo airliner,
carrying lots of people,
had been hijacked by terrorists.

This plan had been made
long before this day.
The hearts of these men
turned to evil.

Their intent, to kill
thousands of people,
no matter what
race, age or gender.

Everyone and anyone was
a potential target.
Making us all the same.
United in their evil plot.

They studied all of us,
blended in, and learned
how to manipulate our system.
All of us unaware.

Inside the building,
people make their way
to escape, to survive.
Everyone flooding the exits.

While others still are trapped.
Many already know their fate.
They make the decision
to end it sooner, rather than later.

Rather than face the flames,
they jump, their bodies
becoming missiles and don't
stay intact.

Almost as if God, himself,
took them away before
they could ever land.
Horror spreads across the growing crowds.

Just as everyone thinks,
nothing else could possibly happen...
BOOM! ! ! Another plane
crashes into the second building.

More innocent people's lives
stop, just as they were beginning.
Screams and chaos breaks out
in everyone watching.

The world has been turned
upside down and horrors never thought of,
now turn into reality.
Everyone's heart, united in agony.

The clear blue sky is now
tainted with thick black smoke,
the smoke of hatred
from men who saw this as good.

The world seems to stop to watch,
holds their breath and
prays that nothing else happens.
Prays that it is all just a dream.

People at home watching,
pick up the phone and dial
their loves ones to
make sure they are alright.

Others immediately call to
see how they can help
the people in New York.
Ready to do anything.

Just as everything seemed alright,
the building gives way,
the whoosh of air hits
everyone below as it comes crashing.

Ash surrounds everyone.
Pandemonium erupts as
people run for their lives,
almost everyone gets caught in the ash cloud.

Everything goes from color,
to ash grey, connecting everyone again.
Everything looks like statues now
as if time now stands still.

The grey of the ashes
sets and even more depressing
tone to the worst
possible situation.

The earth trembles once again,
as the second building crashes down.
Thousands of lives now lost,
to the hatred of those men.

They had a goal,
and the succeeded in
what they wanted.
Their hatred won...

Men, women, sons, daughters,
Mothers, fathers, friends,
all gone in a matter of seconds.
No one even heard their cries.

But they did not loose
their life in vain.
We as Americans became
stronger and now stand together.

Brave men and women
have gone across seas to
fight to keep our freedom,
in the names of those killed.

Now we stand, hand in hand,
fighting against terrorism.
Fighting for the lives lost,
they will not die in vain.

May we never forget
9-11 and the precious
meaning of life.
May we love more and hate less.

God Bless those people who died,
the people who lost loved ones,
those still fighting for freedom,
and God Bless America.

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