Twin towers, staunch, stood glistening,
Such monuments as humans bring
To that which we lack words to say
But show by sight in light of day.

And to the sky, so blue and pale,
And lofty towers windy sail,
There came those of demented heart
To tear that peacefulness apart.

Foul despots of anemic soul
Came to claim a deadly toll
Upon that placid city site
Which now has gone the way of night.

Through crumbling mass such hero’s fell
As stories of the brave may tell
And there our innocence was lost
At family and our countries cost.

Some plead with God to know just why
He had allowed those wings and sky
To fill with ash and soot and soil
and sacrifice those souls of toil.

The broken hearted search in vane
With photographs and printed name
While others ache for sweet revenge
And swear they shall exact amends.

And while death and sorrow share
Remorseful relatives despair,
An anger swells within our breast
For justice to be served and blessed.

We call on those in uniform
With prejudice of awesome harm,
Such cost that enemies may know
That they shall reap such as they sow.

The fallen shall be avenged
As surly as the ash descends
And when again the sky shows blue
We all shall build our lives anew.

As painful as this loss may be,
Such an imperfect lot as we,
Are the son’s and guards of liberty
And this, by God, shall always be.

~Robert E Browne~