Always remember the eleventh day of September,
a day of tragedy
derived from hate.
marked the twin towers as a bullseye,
moving up millions of lives’ fate.
terror and destruction
turned New York debris,
of sorrow and plea.
We all rose up to band together as one,
when back then we knew,
the fight had only begun.
but hate knows no color,
it’s as common as air.
the courageous, the brave, and the fallen-
we stand where angels lie.
we seek justice over the guilty,
protect the innocent
and never forget
the ones who never got to say goodbye.