The World Trade Center
IT happened at eight,
An unexpected plane
Something that hopefully
Will never happen again.
A crash,
An explosion,
Which left thousands dying,
Thousands wounded
And millions crying.
But out from the ashes came an
unexpected cry
For the tears of millions
A wounded nation’s pride.
How dare anyone oppose our nation’s
side?
Who did this, how could they?
How come and why?
Who could make millions,
A whole nation cry?
Outrage at the sadness,
Guilt for the grief.
War could be in the air
A nation at its peak.
But killing is wrong,
No matter the cause.
No innocents should suffer
The wrath of our nation’s claws.
Outraged yes
But will we go that far?
Is this really enough
To make a real war?
No I say,
No war.
No more lives lost.
Let’s not
No matter the cost.
I pray for the grief to heal,
The fear to fade,
And the notion of war
To go to it’s grave.
I hope my nation is strong,
With a will to go on,
And not start a war,
To even the score.
Which will bring only sadness.
I wish we may,
And I wish we might,
Have the strength,
Not to fight.
By Jean Dahlquist
Tuesday, September 11, 2001
Age 12, Seventh Grade
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