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"
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 '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
by Anonymous Author
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