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A day several years ago, and then not so long,
accepted many deaths, though as people, did we?
Do you recall the pain and shock, the death all wrong?
The collapse, the towers falling in, the planes...
that some still see.
Those who went forward that day, they have honor to me,
those who worked, and died after to see,
if any life in the rubble they could pry free.
They are Heroes, the best men and woman, and now Heroes be.
Why them, and not others who have died? Why?
Because this shocked us? Because of the efforts to hope?
No..I honor the dead of all...but these..they did not ask to die.
They had no right to fall, a soldier knows the lines,
the chance of fire.
I honor them, very very much so...but civilians sacrificing,
that is why we cried.
It is to them, this morning in which we should still mourn,
that the hearts of far too few, turn to the pained past,
of those who died, who should be here still in fighting form..
But they are not here, nor will they come, the die is cast...
accepted many deaths, though as people, did we?
Do you recall the pain and shock, the death all wrong?
The collapse, the towers falling in, the planes...
that some still see.
Those who went forward that day, they have honor to me,
those who worked, and died after to see,
if any life in the rubble they could pry free.
They are Heroes, the best men and woman, and now Heroes be.
Why them, and not others who have died? Why?
Because this shocked us? Because of the efforts to hope?
No..I honor the dead of all...but these..they did not ask to die.
They had no right to fall, a soldier knows the lines,
the chance of fire.
I honor them, very very much so...but civilians sacrificing,
that is why we cried.
It is to them, this morning in which we should still mourn,
that the hearts of far too few, turn to the pained past,
of those who died, who should be here still in fighting form..
But they are not here, nor will they come, the die is cast...
"Nine Twelve"..
I Honor those dead, those who still die slowly from the toxins that came up from the rubble.
Many don't seem to hear about that...Those firefighters and policemen, and all who went in to help...they didn't work muscle, they worked their life away.
Hoping for one life to be saved. Just one...
Please just one..
They still die, and few if any help them.
This is for my heros of that day.
And the day after that also was the start of a slower invisible death for many.
9/12.
I wrote this on 9/11. Refined it after as well.
It may well not be the finished product, but I don't need to have it perfect to know who they are.
A moment, please,
for those who died,
those who toiled,
They who saved...hundreds or none, the effort and sacrifice is the same.
A short story of a man...one of the buildings near the Trade Towers..He worked there, He evacuated them, not leaveing until they were all out, rushing them all and directing them, smoke in the building, I believe...he was out for a moment, as the last group went out, and he turned to go back in, someone said they were all out, but he said he thought he had seen a child inside.
And so inside he ran.
He never came back out.
The building collapsed on him, and he died.
He was found while they cleared the rubble.
You can look it up...
He had his body covering a doll, the doll was reported unscratched, and whole, he had taken his last charge seriously, and he had saved a childs life, in my eyes.
Don't any say he was a fool, he was a Hero.
He saved a childs life with his own.
A moment for all the men, women, and children..
Some who still live on in death.
I Honor those dead, those who still die slowly from the toxins that came up from the rubble.
Many don't seem to hear about that...Those firefighters and policemen, and all who went in to help...they didn't work muscle, they worked their life away.
Hoping for one life to be saved. Just one...
Please just one..
They still die, and few if any help them.
This is for my heros of that day.
And the day after that also was the start of a slower invisible death for many.
9/12.
I wrote this on 9/11. Refined it after as well.
It may well not be the finished product, but I don't need to have it perfect to know who they are.
A moment, please,
for those who died,
those who toiled,
They who saved...hundreds or none, the effort and sacrifice is the same.
A short story of a man...one of the buildings near the Trade Towers..He worked there, He evacuated them, not leaveing until they were all out, rushing them all and directing them, smoke in the building, I believe...he was out for a moment, as the last group went out, and he turned to go back in, someone said they were all out, but he said he thought he had seen a child inside.
And so inside he ran.
He never came back out.
The building collapsed on him, and he died.
He was found while they cleared the rubble.
You can look it up...
He had his body covering a doll, the doll was reported unscratched, and whole, he had taken his last charge seriously, and he had saved a childs life, in my eyes.
Don't any say he was a fool, he was a Hero.
He saved a childs life with his own.
A moment for all the men, women, and children..
Some who still live on in death.
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Wow. . . wow.