Post by nastygirl on Sept 1, 2006 20:46:35 GMT -5
teh more time that passes, teh more angry I become. Why teh hell do these people do this? What teh hell did we do to them? Osama and teh rest of those people that like to terrorize teh world better pray to what ever God they happen to believe in that forgiveness is available to them. Anyway...an e-mailed poem that I recieved and wanted to share.
"TWO THOUSAND ONE, NINE ELEVEN (2001-911)"
Two thousand one, nine eleven, Three thousand plus arrive in heaven.
As they pass through teh gate, Thousands more appear in wait.
A bearded man with stovepipe hat Steps forward saying, "Lets sit, lets chat."
They settle down in seats of clouds, A man named Martin shouts out proud "I have a dream!" and once he did.
teh Newcomer said, "Your dream still lives."
Groups of soldiers in blue and gray Others in khaki, and green then say "We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, teh Maine"
teh Newcomer said, "You died not in vain."
From a man on sticks one could hear "teh only thing we hafta fear..."
teh Newcomer said, "We know teh rest, Trust us sir, we've passed that test."
"Courage doesn't hide in caves, You can't bury freedom, in a grave,"
teh Newcomers had heard this voice before A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport shores
A silence fell within teh mist Somehow teh Newcomer knew that this Meant time had come for her to say What was in teh hearts of teh five thousand plus that day
"Back on Earth, we wrote reports, Watch ed our children play in sports.Worked our gardens, sang our songs,Went to church and clipped coupons.
We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought, Unlike you, great we're not"
teh tall man in teh stovepipe hat stood and said, "Don't talk like that! Look at your country, look and see, You died for freedom, just like me"
Then, before them all appeared a scene Of rubbled streets and twisted beams. Death, destruction, smoke and dust And people working just 'cause they must.
Hauling ash, lifting stones, Knee deep in hell, but not alone
"Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman
Side by side helping their fellow man!"
So said Martin, as he watched teh scene "Even from nightmares, can be born a dream."
Down below three firemen raised teh colors high into ashen haze.
teh soldiers above had seen it before On Iwo Jima back in '45
teh man on sticks studied everything closely Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly.
"I see pain, I see tears, I see sorrow -- but I don't see fear.
You left behind husbands and wives Daughters and sons and so many lives Are suffering now because of this wrong But look very closely. You're not really gone.
All of those people, even those who've never met you All of their lives, they'll never forget you. Don't you see what has happened? Don't you see what you've done? You've brought them together, together as one."
With that teh man in teh stovepipe hat said "Take my hand," and from there he led Three thousand plus heroes, New comers to heaven On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven
Author UNKNOWN (What a shame!)
September 11, 2006, will soon be approaching. On this day, please wear red, white and blue to work or school to show your support for those who lost their lives on 9~11~01 and to honor teh heroes who worked to save them and teh families left behind.
At noon your time on September 11, 2006, no matter where you are or what you are doing, stop, put your hand on your heart, and say teh Pledge of Allegiance out loud or to yourself and say a prayer for our nation.
In addition, for those of us who drive to work, please drive with your headlights on to also give honor and remembrance to those who perished on September 11th.
"TWO THOUSAND ONE, NINE ELEVEN (2001-911)"
Two thousand one, nine eleven, Three thousand plus arrive in heaven.
As they pass through teh gate, Thousands more appear in wait.
A bearded man with stovepipe hat Steps forward saying, "Lets sit, lets chat."
They settle down in seats of clouds, A man named Martin shouts out proud "I have a dream!" and once he did.
teh Newcomer said, "Your dream still lives."
Groups of soldiers in blue and gray Others in khaki, and green then say "We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, teh Maine"
teh Newcomer said, "You died not in vain."
From a man on sticks one could hear "teh only thing we hafta fear..."
teh Newcomer said, "We know teh rest, Trust us sir, we've passed that test."
"Courage doesn't hide in caves, You can't bury freedom, in a grave,"
teh Newcomers had heard this voice before A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport shores
A silence fell within teh mist Somehow teh Newcomer knew that this Meant time had come for her to say What was in teh hearts of teh five thousand plus that day
"Back on Earth, we wrote reports, Watch ed our children play in sports.Worked our gardens, sang our songs,Went to church and clipped coupons.
We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought, Unlike you, great we're not"
teh tall man in teh stovepipe hat stood and said, "Don't talk like that! Look at your country, look and see, You died for freedom, just like me"
Then, before them all appeared a scene Of rubbled streets and twisted beams. Death, destruction, smoke and dust And people working just 'cause they must.
Hauling ash, lifting stones, Knee deep in hell, but not alone
"Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman
Side by side helping their fellow man!"
So said Martin, as he watched teh scene "Even from nightmares, can be born a dream."
Down below three firemen raised teh colors high into ashen haze.
teh soldiers above had seen it before On Iwo Jima back in '45
teh man on sticks studied everything closely Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly.
"I see pain, I see tears, I see sorrow -- but I don't see fear.
You left behind husbands and wives Daughters and sons and so many lives Are suffering now because of this wrong But look very closely. You're not really gone.
All of those people, even those who've never met you All of their lives, they'll never forget you. Don't you see what has happened? Don't you see what you've done? You've brought them together, together as one."
With that teh man in teh stovepipe hat said "Take my hand," and from there he led Three thousand plus heroes, New comers to heaven On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven
Author UNKNOWN (What a shame!)
September 11, 2006, will soon be approaching. On this day, please wear red, white and blue to work or school to show your support for those who lost their lives on 9~11~01 and to honor teh heroes who worked to save them and teh families left behind.
At noon your time on September 11, 2006, no matter where you are or what you are doing, stop, put your hand on your heart, and say teh Pledge of Allegiance out loud or to yourself and say a prayer for our nation.
In addition, for those of us who drive to work, please drive with your headlights on to also give honor and remembrance to those who perished on September 11th.