September 11, 2001
Newcomers to Heaven
Two thousand one, nine eleven,
Five thousand plus arrive in heaven,
As they pass through the gate,
Thousands more appear to wait
A bearded man with stovepipe hat
Steps forward saying,
"lets sit, let's chat"
They settle down in seats of clouds,
A man named Martin shouts out proud
"I have a dream!" and once he did
The 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. The Maine
The newcomer said, "You died not in vain."
From a man on sticks one could here
"The only thing we have to fear.
The newcomer said, "We know the rest,
Trust us sir, we've passed the test."
"Courage doesn't hide in caves
You can't bury freedom, in a grave,"
The newcomers had heard this voice before
A distinct Yankees twang from hyannisport shores
A silence fell within the mist
Somehow the newcomer knew that this
Meant time had come for her to say
What was in the hearts of the five thousand plus
That day
"Back on earth we wrote reports,
watched 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"
The tall man in the stovepipe hat
Stood up 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, distruction, smoke and dust
And people working just 'couse 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 the scene
"Even from nightmares, can be born a dream"
Down below, three firemen raised
The colors high into ashen haze
The soldiers above had seen it before
On Iwo Jima back in '44
The 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 becouse of this wrong
But look very closely. Your not really gone.
All 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 the man in the stovepipe hat said
"Take my hand," and from there he led
Five thousand plus heros, Newcomers to heaven
On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven
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An Open Letter To Terrorists
Well, you hit the World Trade Center, but you missed America. You hit the Pentagon, but you missed America.
You used helpless American bodies to take out other American bodies, but like a poor marksman, you STILL missed America.
Why? Because of something you guys will never understand.
America isn't about a building or two, not about financial centers, not about military centers, America isn't about a place, America isn't even about a bunch of bodies.
America is about an IDEA.
An idea, that you can go someplace where you can earn as much as you can figure out how to.
Live for the most part like you envisioned living, and pursue happiness. (No guarantees that you'll reach it, but you can sure try!)
Go ahead and whine your terrorist whine, and chant your terrorist litany: "If you cannot see my point, then feel my pain."
This concept is alien to Americans.
We live in a country where we don't have to see your point......... But you're free to have one.
We don't have to listen to your speech. But you're free to say one.
Don't know where you got the strange idea that everyone has to agree with you.......... We don't agree with each other in this country.
We're a collection of guys that don't agree, called States.
We united our individual states to protect ourselves from tyranny in the world.
Another idea, we made up on the spot. You CAN make it up as you go,...........when it's your country. If you're free enough.
Yeah, we're fat, sloppy, easy-going goofs most of the time.
That's an unfortunate image to project to the world, but it comes from feeling free and easy about the world you live in.
It's unfortunate too,........because people start to forget that when you attack America.......we tend to fight like a cornered badger.
Sorry, but you're not the first bully on our shores, just the most recent.
No Marquis of Queensbury rules for Americans, either.
We were the FIRST and so far, the only country in the world to use atomic weapons in anger. Horrific idea, nowadays? News for you bucko, it was back then too, but we used it anyway. Only had two of them in the whole world and we used them both. Grandpa Jones worked on the Manhattan Project. Told me once, that right up until they threw the switch,..........the physicists were still arguing over whether the Uranium alone would fission, or whether it would start a fission chain reaction that would eat everything. But they threw the switch anyway, because we had a WAR to win.
Does this tell you something about American Resolve? ........ So who just declared War on us? It would be nice to point to some real estate, like the good old days.
Unfortunately, we're probably at war ........with random camps, in far-flung places - who think they're safe. Just like the Barbary Pirates did, if I recall correctly. Better start sleeping with one eye open.
There's a spirit that tends to take over people who come to this country, looking for opportunity, looking for liberty, and looking for freedom. Even if they misuse it.
The Marielistas that Castro emptied out of his prisons were overjoyed to find out how much freedom there was........ First thing they did when they hit our shores, was run out and buy guns. The ones that didn't end up dead, ended up in prisons. It was a big pain in the *** then (especially in south Florida), but you're only the newest pain in the *** , not the first. ......
You guys seem to be incapable of understanding that we don't live in America,.......... America lives in US!....... American Spirit is what it's called. And killing a few thousand of us, or a few million of us, won't change it..............Most of the time, it's a pretty happy-go-lucky kind of Spirit.
Until we're crossed in a cowardly manner, then it becomes an entirely different kind of Spirit.......Wait until you see what we do with that Spirit......... this time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sleep tight, if you can
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