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 can be pierced by hate

In our enemies failure we find our greatest success
for Democracy is not bounded by buildings
it is within us.

And when we can see only sorrow and pain
We turn again to Mother Liberty

May we find strength in her embrace.