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2002-09-11

The New York sky was beautiful in all her light and might. But darkness rather quickly made that September morn look night. A street most of us have traveled down by foot, car, cab, or truck is buried under rubble now - I'm not because of luck. But is it luck to still remain and fear your every step? With my life depending solely on a group of men I've never met? Why is it that some were picked to die and the rest left to weep and mourn? Who makes these fatal choices? He leaves my country torn? And who shall take the blame for this disgusting painful mess? How can they close their eyes to sleep without guilt keeping them from rest? Some say 'why haven't we bombed them yet; made the Middle East a parking lot?' Because that's stooping to their level and guiltless villains we are not. The eagle patiently sharpens his claws and someone will pay for this shit, but more brutality on the innocent just doesn't seem to fit. Let's take our time and plot the course to a peaceful free beyond. Let's all join hands and reconstruct our resolving American bond. For my faith is dwindling quickly if not already gone. Afterall these fascists found a way to strike the Pentagon. You must admit we're pretty weak to not prevent that sneak attack and no future investigations could ever bring our towers back. I still stop in my tracks when I hear a plane up in the sky. In my own little way I pay homage to the thousands of innocent who died. Then suddenly it came to me why the rest of us are still around to fight... it's our duty to stand tall and wave the flag throughout the night. So although you're scared and quite confused about what's wrong, what's right... remember Lady Liberty with her torch held high and bright. A symbol of generosity and the freedoms, which make us strong... a message that we will not be conquered, for this land's where we belong.

Written: 9/11/01
By: Sarah-Marie Carpino