TWO
THOUSAND ONE, NINE
ELEVEN!
Two
thousand one, nine
eleven,
Five thousand plus
arrive in heaven.
As they pass
through the gate,
Thousands more
appear in wait.
A bearded man with
stovepipe hat,
Steps forward
saying, "Lets
sit, lets
chat".
They settle down
in seats of
clouds,
A man named Martin
shouts out proud,
"I have a
dream!" and
once he did,
The Newcomer said,
"Your dream
still lives."
Groups of soldiers
in blue and gray,
Others in khaki,
and green then
say,
"We're from
Bull Run,
Yorktown, the
Maine",
The Newcomer said,
"You died not
in vain."
From a man on
sticks one could
hear,
"The only
thing we have to
fear."
The Newcomer said,
"We know the
rest,
trust us sir,
we've passed that
test."
"Courage
doesn't hide in
caves,
You can't bury
freedom, in a
grave,"
The Newcomers had
heard this voice
before,
A distinct Yankees
twang from Hyannis
port shores.
A silence fell
within the mist,
Somehow the
Newcomer knew that
this
Meant time had
come for her to
say,
What was in the
hearts of the five
thousand plus that
day.
"Back on
Earth, we wrote
reports,
Watched our
children play in
sports.
Worked our
gardens, sang our
songs,
Went to church and
clipped coupons.
We smiled, we
laughed, we cried,
we fought;
Unlike you, great
we're not."
The tall man in
the stovepipe hat
Stood and said,
"don't talk
like that!
Look at your
country, look and
see,
You died for
freedom, just like
me."
Then, before them
all appeared a
scene,
Of rubble streets
and twisted beams.
Death,
destruction, smoke
and dust,
And people working
just 'cause they
must.
Hauling ash,
lifting stones,
Knee deep in hell,
but not alone.
"Look!
Blackman,
Whiteman,
Brownman,
Yellowman,
Side by side
helping their
fellow man!"
So said Martin, as
he watched the
scene,
"Even from
nightmares, can be
born a
dream."
Down below three
firemen raised,
The colors high
into ashen haze.
The soldiers above
had seen it
before,
On Iwo Jima back
in '44.
The man on sticks
studied everything
closely,
Then shared his
perceptions on
what he saw
mostly.
"I see pain,
I see tears,
I see sorrow - but
I don't see
fear."
"You left
behind husbands
and wives,
Daughters and sons
and so many lives,
are suffering now
because of this
wrong,
But look very
closely. You're
not really gone.
All of those
people, even those
who've never met
you,
All of their
lives, they'll
never forget you.
Don't you see what
has happened?
Don't you see what
you've done?
You've brought
them together,
together as one.
With that the man
in the stovepipe
hat said,
"Take my
hand," and
from there he led;
Five thousand plus
heroes, Newcomers
to heaven,
On this day, TWO
THOUSAND ONE, NINE
ELEVEN!
Author unknown -
I
would love to give
credit to
this wonderful
poem.
Can anyone please
tell me who wrote
this?
