by
Maria Isabella Kinsey

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The Tower of Power
On nine eleven two thousand and one,
A new eras begun,
Our nation is at WAR!
From the sky we watch the Eagles soar,
For those who perished will not have died in vain,
We send our brave to ease the pain,
Make no mistake - You cowards who dwell in caves,
Who sent three thousand innocent souls to their fiery graves,
“Revenge is Sweet” we have endured the heat,
You didn’t count on one thing, the US will not be beat,
A new nation has been reborn!
We look at terrorists with pity and scorn,
One nation who will not be held captive in terror,
For their lives will live within our hearts forever,
For the firemen, policemen, priest, students, pilots, teachers,
flight attendants, journalists and every man,
We will never forget them for in heaven they all stand,
For all those brave women and men who we now send to fight,
They will remember New York, Washington, D.C.,
Pennsylvania and show them their light.
We won’t have to worry about evening the score,
Because the evil doer will be silenced forever more.
One day our flag will fly again on top a new tower,
The hearts and the souls of the
Tower of Power.

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