One Bright September Morn
America had been her home so far for nine years
A TV was never on for she always had other things to do
Seemed strange then the urge to turn on to watches morning news
One bright September morn when America Shed tears.
She had studied an ideology for years so she could learn more
The differences between her beliefs and theirs
Not many then understood, knew or really cared
But that morning she knew what had hit America’s shores.
She remembered things more recent and from before
Christian women in a Taliban prison, Khobar Towers death of US Servicemen Missionary Hostages in the Philippines,
the USS Cole bombed in Yemen
Now it was here where Islam rocked America to her core.
Holding onto her baby with tears falling as she thought
Knowing the terrorist source yet staring and afraid
Wondering how many more attack plans they had laid
Alone with her child it was comfort which she sought.
A verse from Isaiah 30 seemed to her had come to life
“In the day of slaughter when the towers fall”
For the victims, rescuers, families, she prayed for them all
She prayed also for America, that her greatness would survive.
New York, D.C., in Pennsylvania a heart breaking toll
So much heroism on that day much of the news relayed
Never leave the fallen behind, not words only, but displayed
Even twelve years after, echoes a whispered “Let’s Roll.”
Has America awoken to the dangers still it’s hard to say
For a while pews were full Sundays, American pride ran deep
But soon voices of tolerance lulled the people back to sleep
And on this solemn Anniversary, Muslims march on D.C. today.
