The mourning after

As we bow our heads in silent prayer
let us give thanks to those that are there
Donating blood or giving a hand
All because someone has soiled our land.

Innocent lives taken for someone else's fight
Now we're not sleeping too well at night.
For we have many loved ones and friends we hold dear
They could not escape, they were just too near.

They trained to fight fires and help those that are hurt
If you'd have asked either one, they'd have given their shirt.
Paul and Brian, so young, full of life
You leave behind two children and wives.

I've lit many candles and said many prayers
How can we find peace in a rockets red glare?
The people that did this will pay with their lives
No doubt in my mind, that it won't be with knives!

Their plan was so clever, thought out and planned
They forgot one thing..
Divided we fall, United we stand!
We will not take this lying down, give a slap on the wrist?
The American public wants war, we are pissed!

Their women and children dance in the streets
Our women and children now have blood on their feet
The answers we seek are many days ahead
Still sifting through rubble, the broken and dead.


I think it goes without saying that many of us lost people that
were dear to us yesterday. This was without a doubt the hardest
poem I ever wrote. Two friends of mine were firemen that were
sent to the towers. I'll keep praying for a miracle though, it's all
I can do right now.