Anna Kate, my 13-year-old granddaughter, wrote it herself, and read it to her Social Studies class yesterday.
We Stand United, Not Divided
We all looked up high,
To the towers of two,
There’s a plane in the sky,
Crashing in clear view.
The fire it burned,
A gash in its side,
Answers we yearned,
Will all be fine?
Was it an accident?
We couldn’t maintain,
The chaotic incident,
The crash of another plane.
The second wasn’t sound,
Putting tears in our eyes,
The tower going down,
Gone from the skies.
The people scattered,
Hiding from smoke,
The city battered,
Trying not to choke.
Oh no not again,
North tower into rubble,
The story doesn’t end,
Neither does the trouble.
The Pentagon got hit,
Causing an uproar,
The evils wouldn’t quit,
Another building no more.
Hijackers they flew,
Plane four to D.C.,
The passengers they knew,
Stopping it for you and me.
3,000 were gone,
But will not be forgotten,
The USA did respond,
Because revenge was common.
Many years later,
Al-Qaeda was found,
We killed the hater,
Everyone safe and sound.
Many silent and pray,
Remembering the many,
Lost on this horrid day,
Being honored by plenty.
They thought they could break us,
But instead we united,
Hand in hand inspired,
A family that won’t be divided.
We are strong.
We are united.
Not gone.
Not divided.