TAPS
A soul wrenching sound echoes across the land,
As the Souls of the innocents shoulder-to-shoulder stand.
(Day is done, nine -one- one.)
Bugles sob, survivor’s weep,
And a Nation vows its word to keep.
(Gone the sun, nine-one-one.)
At ground Zero, where the towers fell,
Hero’s marched bravely into Hell.
(Day is done, nine-one-one.)
Those who espouse this kind of hate,
Will never pass through Heavens gate.
(Gone the sun, nine-one-one.)
They will now know freedoms wrath,
And pay dearly for starting on this path.
(Day is done, nine-one-one.)
“TAPS”
AUTHOR UNKNOWN
Day is done,
Gone the sun,
From the hills,
From the lake,
From the sky,
All is well,
Safely rest,
God is nigh.
Dedicated to all those souls who were murdered On 9-11,
and to all the survivors who will grieve For eternity.
Also for the troops, some gave all, all gave some.
We will never forget.
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