SK: (OT) TWO THOUSAND ONE, NINE ELEVEN

Tracelene tracelene at olympus.net
Sun Dec 23 10:43:31 PST 2001


	THIS PERSON WHO WROTE THIS SHOULD STEP FORWARD AND CLAIM THIS 
POEM  TO ME, THE WORDS ARE VERY MEANINGFUL!

	TWO THOUSAND ONE, NINE ELEVEN

	Two thousand one, nine eleven
	Five thousand plus arrive in heaven
	As they pass through the gate,
	Thousands more appear in wait

	A bearded man with stovepipe hat
	Steps forward saying, "Lets sit, lets chat"
	They settle down in seats of clouds
	A man named Martin shouts out proud
	"I have a dream!" and once he did
	The Newcomer said, "Your dream still lives."

	Groups of soldiers in blue and gray
	Others in khaki, and green then say
	"We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine"
	The Newcomer said, "You died not in vain."

	From a man on sticks one could hear
	"The only thing we have to fear.
	The Newcomer said, "We know the rest,
	Trust us sir, we've passed that test."

	"Courage doesn't hide in caves
	You can't bury freedom, in a grave,"
	The Newcomers had heard this voice before
	A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport shores.

	A silence fell within the mist
	Somehow the Newcomer knew that this
	Meant time had come for her to say
	What was in the hearts of the five thousand plus that day.

	"Back on Earth, we wrote reports,
	Watched our children play in sports
	Worked our gardens, sang our songs
	Went to church and clipped coupons
	We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought
	Unlike you, great we're not"

	The tall man in the stovepipe hat
	Stood and said, "Don't talk like that!
	Look at your country, look and see
	You died for freedom, just like me."

	Then, before them all appeared a scene
	Of rubbled streets and twisted beams
	Death, destruction, smoke and dust
	And people working just 'cause they must
	Hauling ash, lifting stones,
	Knee deep in hell, but not alone

	"Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman
	Side by side helping their fellow man!"
	So said Martin, as he watched the scene
	"Even from nightmares, can be born a dream."
	Down below three firemen raised
	The colors high into ashen haze
	The soldiers above had seen it before
	On Iwo Jima back in '44

	The man on sticks studied everything closely
	Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly
	"I see pain, I see tears,
	I see sorrow - but I don't see fear."

	"You left behind husbands and wives
	Daughters and sons and so many lives
	Are suffering now because of this wrong
	But look very closely. You're not really gone.
	All of those people, even those who've never met you
	All of their lives, they'll never forget you
	Don't you see what has happened?
	Don't you see what you've done?
	You've brought them together, together as one."

	With that the man in the stovepipe hat said
	"Take my hand," and from there he led
	Five thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven
	On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven

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