September 13, 2001

9/11. A Poem.

Our Mother Liberty stands sentry to the gates of America
Yet watches helpless as her children tumble from a cloudless sky

Brothers and sisters all - a nation of castaways and slaves
never to forget
our shield of freedom was pierced by hate.

Their incomprehension some solace
We know Democracy isn't bound by buildings
it lives within us.

Helpless and blinded by sorrow and pain
We turn again to Mother Liberty

May we find strength in her embrace.