A burned-out crater-patriotic poems
A burned-out crater lay in ruins for years, While Americans, heartbroken, dried their tears, A gaping maw where once twin towers stood, A hole created by evil attacking good. When terrorists bombed skyscrapers made of steel, Americans struggled through a cruel ordeal. Yet through this tragedy we found some good; We found community and brotherhood. Whenever a terrorist attack on us begins, The American spirit rises, and always wins. Our battle with these terrorists is not done; Remember, nine-eleven, two thousand one.