A September We Shall Never Forget
Let Us Not Forget
A time to remember, on that September,
the tragedy of a nation and the pain,
The deranged acts of a few, in their attacks,
a plot that helped terrorists to gain.
The misdeeds of a few, of those who knew,
the murder of three thousand, in score,
As nothing but a game, in their avarice and shame,
yet, desires only led to want more.
Death from the skies, amid all the lies,
before the tables of the world, and at its doors,
Why this great sacrifice, of innocents, so nice,
to further their quests, across the shores?
Such evilness of men, to come once again,
in never breaking the bondage and the chains,
Why must the suffering and the costs, be much greater,
of the lost, reasons never fully explained.
We shall always remember the month in September,
and the crying of the hurt and the pain,
What books of history will be read, of the loss of the dead,
and in remembering this waste and the stain.
As gentle thoughts of men, return once again,
in mists of the rains and grass of green lawn,,
Fond souls interred, in cemeteries preferred,
as honor guards stand before them, sabers drawn.
Abiding with oneself, to place on a shelf,
in memories of the unjust and wrongs done,
Should hell draw them near, a justified fear,
as in duty and so called honors, each one..
The jury is out, a judgement to shout,
letting those without sin, throw the first stone,
By the same token, and justice to give, should we,
in our generosity, let live, and atone.
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