Cloudless blue sky, day alive and bright,
Savagely altered into gray night.
A President calmly teaching his flock,
Innocence stolen before nine o’clock.
Towers almost touching the sky,
Cruelly felled as we wondered, “Why?”
Our people, though shattered by the vast devastation,
Were strengthened by Rudy’s determination.
Seeing our President, bullhorn in hand,
Inspired Americans to take a stand.
Old Glory waving proudly from cars East to West,
As our generation would be put to the test.
September Eleventh Two Thousand and One,
An ordinary day when it was begun,
But changed in an instant by that act of war,
When we were reminded freedom’s worth fighting for.