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    TWO THOUSAND ONE, NINE ELEVEN (2001-911)

    Two thousand one, nine eleven

    Three 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 Hyannisport 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 rubbled 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 '45

    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

    three thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven

    On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven

    Author UNKNOWN

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