story8887.xml
Title
story8887.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2002-12-27
911DA Story: Story
Well this is a poem that I wrote about 9/11 called "Guardians".
Once there were two guardians that once stood tall.
They stood side by side and had never left each others side. They had watched us every day from above.
Then One day, the guardians that once stood tall had fallen to the ground. We watched from below as they had fallen. One had fallen, and then the other followed.
As we discovered that one could not live without the other.
We ran. We cried. Others had decided to hide.
But we all could not believe our eyes.
We watched in disbelieve as we saw are guardians die.
At that moment we had asked ourselves why?
Who is to blame for this? No one had known.
Ordinary man became heroes that day, saving those that our guardians protected. Yet some heroes did not make it that day. For they sacrificed their lives for other. Making them true heroes, making them angel or even guardians as those that had fallen that day.
Those heroes had been buried together with our guardians that day will never be forgotten. For they had never truly died because they live in our hearts and live in our minds. For their acts of heroism can never be erased from history, Let alone the memory of those that they help to safety.
We wait for that day when they will be together again, waiting to be guardians to a city of heroes that will be built again.
Once there were two guardians that once stood tall.
They stood side by side and had never left each others side. They had watched us every day from above.
Then One day, the guardians that once stood tall had fallen to the ground. We watched from below as they had fallen. One had fallen, and then the other followed.
As we discovered that one could not live without the other.
We ran. We cried. Others had decided to hide.
But we all could not believe our eyes.
We watched in disbelieve as we saw are guardians die.
At that moment we had asked ourselves why?
Who is to blame for this? No one had known.
Ordinary man became heroes that day, saving those that our guardians protected. Yet some heroes did not make it that day. For they sacrificed their lives for other. Making them true heroes, making them angel or even guardians as those that had fallen that day.
Those heroes had been buried together with our guardians that day will never be forgotten. For they had never truly died because they live in our hearts and live in our minds. For their acts of heroism can never be erased from history, Let alone the memory of those that they help to safety.
We wait for that day when they will be together again, waiting to be guardians to a city of heroes that will be built again.
Collection
Citation
“story8887.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed January 15, 2025, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/10666.