9.11 Emergency

Terror stalked the morning skyline,
With a kamikaze zeal;
That stabbed our senses and New York’s Twins,
With a reality that didn’t seem real.

Plunging debris, broiling destruction,
Smoke and ash tsunamis;
Panic and pain choked the streets,
While America’s Best were responding.

Heroes of every shape and size,
Who shared the color of ash;
Staggered through a grim moonscape,
Of multitudes senselessly trashed.

On smoldering piles of hope and death,
Grappling emotions steal away;
Innocence and precious dreams,
While infamy orphans the day.

The beginning of fall, a shift in the wind,
Chases a summer of slow regrets;
Petty politics and our own arrogance,
Overlooked our radical guests.

Who scorned the freedom they enjoyed,
And planned these barbaric acts;
Hoping to bruise our National pride,
But instead, woke righteous wrath.

So beware evildoers near and abroad,
We may be shocked and downtrodden;
But by God’s grace we’ll rise to the challenge,
And bring to justice all Osama Bin Ladens.

United we stand, deciding their fall,
Embracing our flag with a patriot’s fury;
And though sweet Liberty mourns today,
America’s Best will finish this story.





9-11-01 By Kevin Rishell –Following the Bombing of the Pentagon and World Trade Center