The Aftermath of
Aftermath of destruction
The rubble of towers,
A flag still flies
As smoke clears
A solitary eagle of freedom
Surveyed the act of terror
Thinking of bomb threats
Planes crashing
With the eagle still surveying.
Hole in the Pentagon,
But the flag rises out of the fiery hell
That the red,
White,
Blue will survive,
Drawing everyone together
United as one
With the eagle still surveying.
Then fill up the
Empty place in the soul
With something good,
Not hatred or despair,
But heroes,
Volunteers,
Relief workers,
And the eagle still surveys us
Making us united as we stand.
Copyright © 2005 Gregory Axel-Lute