There are 2977 plus souls somewhere
Who died for their country that day,
When jihadists found a deceptive way
To attack and destroy part of America.
Before the dust had settled
American’s of every color, gender, creed
Rose as one to overcome evil’s deed
To send the hate on it’s way.
We mourned and we called upon God
Such hate and anger we didn’t understand,
We stood as one people hand in hand
When they attacked America that day.
That time of unity didn’t survive
And today New York City dies from within
Good is lost in evil’s twisted hated grin
With riots, burning, destruction and crime.
Their leaders, as so many others,
Blame COVID, police brutality, Trump and racism,
This is why we’re being forced into socialism
A dark movement sweeping the land.
Those 2977 plus souls looking at us,
Those who tragically died in 2001,
Are weeping wondering who really won,
Was it us or was it them?
This day if we could push pause
Remember that day the towers fell
And that this is America not hell.
Find love is enough for good to prevail?