Paul commemorates the spirit of 9/11 with this poem. - poetheart 09/11/02
I stand silent…
A country and a people
Taken away and placed
Into a prison cell.
But not for eternity,
But for long enough to reflect
What the fabric of this country
Is made of.
The realization of importance
And meaning, spread across
The plains, from city to suburb
From farm to the sky,
As our lonely eagle perches
And guards us with its keen vision.
We stand for things that many
People will not understand.
We die for causes that most
People don’t want to see.
And we fight for things
That most people can’t have.
Our blessed country,
You have eternal spirit and growth
Triumphing and growing
Through your difference and adversity,
I bow my head for those who made
This possible…
by Paul Papasavas