The Fall And The Rise Of A Nation

And the great towers fell

crushing the hearts of Americans.

But the spirit remains

the nobility.

Instead of vengeance we must heal our wounds.

Take back our pride.

The warriors that did this act

of terror will be

rebuked in the time of

Judgment.

"Judge not least ye be judged."

And the towers fell

raising

America to the just and

making prey out of the

ashes of terrorism.

So the new world began as

the nation ever was.

Poem © Mark Forsyth