Phoenix Rising

The Eagle soars in clear blue skies,

And rakes the desert with keen dark eyes;

It's eyrie safe, on wings it powers,

And scours the sands among

God's great towers.

And while aloft the eagle soars,

Across the desert stalks and roars;

The sleeping lion, called by pride,

To shakes its mane 

For those that died.

No place will shelter nor can hide,

These legions born of suicide;

For from the ash does Phoenix rise,

In Liberty’s gaze,

Over New York skies.

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24th September, 2001

              
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