September 11th, 2001: a poem
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Tamara Beckwith, Library of Congress
Tamara Beckwith, [View of World Trade Center towers, New York, New York, with tower #2 exploding in a ball of fire after the September 11th terrorist attack], September 11, 2001. Inkjet print Gift of Thomas B. and Katherine B. Martin. Prints and Photographs Division (157) //www.loc.gov/pictures/item/2002716959/
September 11, 2020
September 11th, 2001
September 11th was the day, terrorists came down from the sky.
As the heat of the fire intensified, emotions ran high.
This day knows the sound of screaming.
Feeling unsafe, a new issue will arise.
All through the building, tears are shed.
New added fears
Hearts now heavy.
Phone calls from left to right.
Shock all throughout cities
We know the sound of burning.
We feel the pain of lost.
Families held each other tighter.
Prayers seemed louder.
Echos of help ran higher.
The last “I love you’s” could be heard from North to South.
A Nation came so united on this day, but later divided.
