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"

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 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 '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

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