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So strong, so commanding, so proud to be there Completing a landscape now frozen in time A part of the old New York City skyline How can we forget that a part of us died? When freedom and evil were forced to collide The towers were hit, but our hearts crashed as well The moment our freedom and liberty fell Trapping Americans deep in its core Pushing once peace to the onset of war Collapsing so strong and so fast on our peers Evoking our gravest and darkest of fears Shaking our foundation and causing the slide The most valuable loss was that from inside Our Mothers and Fathers once bright and alive Helped our sisters and brothers fight to survive Our friends and cousins fought hard to pull through As our sons and daughters did the best they could do Americans watched in horror, hands tied to prevent The avalanche of humanity brought down to cement Now side-by-side, new strength rose in the towers place Men and women working at a hurried, frantic pace Through piles and piles of wreckage and debris Hoping that more survivors is what they would see Americans banning together, soaring flags, showing pride Looking to a higher power, so thankful to be alive Struggling with torment and helpless feelings of unrest Certainly our great Nation had received its ultimate test And as the world watched and prayed, counting the days Offering help in so many astounding, inspirational ways A miracle happened; the ruble and debris began to rise American's watched in amazement, not believing their eyes White, billowy wings surfaced - breaking through the ground Spirals and spirals of bright, beautiful light danced around They're Angels, my God! Wings upon wings soaring to be free Flapping, ascending, flying through the space the towers use to be Dancing and laughing, smiling and singing as they rise through the air Thanking, applauding, kissing America for the freedom that we share As tears befall the eyes of those distressed and pained to see them go They offer up their hearts, their strength and most importantly their souls For America they fly so high, so far, as they flutter their good-byes For they are our Heroes, our greatest sacrifice, our towers of angels in the skies |
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I had felt so useless, helpless, after the attacks, wondering how I could help - then I received the first email explaining how my poem offered solace and comfort...even victims families emailed to thank me for the sentiment and inspiring their imagination. Towers of Angels has received an unbelievable response, is traveling around the world and has even made it to Ground Zero. I'm trying to reach all victims families, FIRE/POLICE/EMS and all the grieving people of this World, hoping this might help them cope with their losses. I never thought something so simple, could help so much. If you can please help by passing it along, I would so appreciate it. Periodic updates of where TOWERS has touched would be wonderful as well. Thanks and the best to you and your families. Much love, hope, support and happiness. M. Marinello 9/01 Rocky Point, New York |
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