In Every Heartbeat, It Is Paid For {A Poem About 9/11}

This year I studied U.S. History. One of the more recent events that helped to shape our nation is no doubt; the 9/11 attacks. If you read over what actually happened on September 11, 2001 your heart will be broken. Here is a poem I wrote about this tragic day in our history.

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4 Planes

3 buildings

1 Field

2 Nations Collide

September 11, 2001

4 Planes take off

They fly through the sky 

Heading for destinations

Unknown to passengers, pilots, and air traffic controllers all three

2 Planes head up north

Heading to a place colored red

Two tall towers stand tall 

Ready to face their grave fates

Mothers and Fathers

Brothers and Uncles

Sisters and Aunts 

All fall with the first plane

An act of terrorism or an act of pure fate?

President Bush considers the conundrum

As he turns the pages of a children’s book

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Soon, the second tower too is hit with a bang

It also is destined to go down in flames

Many brave men are trapped beneath the rubble

Chaos issues in the center of the world

The crisis isn’t over

The great nation is under siege

The military center falls also

Many brave men give up their lives trying to save those trapped inside the three buildings

Calls go out all over the world

To shut down all flights

To keep the world safe

Attacks are slowed down

Big Ben is kept safe

The English Parliament as well

One plane though continues it devilish flight

Heading straight towards the heart of our nation

A group of brave heroes gather in fear at the back of the plane to decide their own fate

They gather their courage

Say their goodbyes

They offer up their very last prayer

They race with one beat towards the cockpit with ease

They force the plane down

Right into a field

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These men are the heroes

They saved many lives

They saved the heart of our nation

They gave up their lives

9/11 though is not over 

It lives in our veins

It lives in our hearts

And in every military footstep 

In every man sent overseas

In every life lost

Let the cry ring out

Let us not forget

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We have been given a gift

 A gift of freedom

This fragile gift though is not free

There is a price that must be paid

A price that is paid in every military tear

Every footstep that falls in a empty military home

It is paid in the cry of the thousands US troops

And it is paid for in every military child’s heartbeat

Let us remember 9/11

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