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nine-eleven
by Ronald A PavellasIt was awful, tragic, insane
The ripples still reverberate throughout the people
We agonize, look for reasons
Point the finger here, there, even at ourselves
We had been insulated from, unconscious of
The human forces that grip our world
There are those who hate for their own reasons, or no reason
And those who think everyone is "nice" underneath it all and don't guard their treasure
The treasure isn't gold, or things
It is Liberty
Cherish it, protect it
It does not come free from human cost
It is not a gift from the government
It is a gift from those, over two hundred years ago
Who pledged, and spent their lives, their fortunes, but preserved their sacred honor
So that we have been able to remain semi-conscious and unguarded
Until now.
09/10/2011 Posted on 09/09/2011
Copyright © 2026 Ronald A Pavellas
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/10/11 at 10:01 AM Well worded reminder and tribute Ronald, on a very dark anniversary, that I'm sure all freedom loving people have learned from. As is written in the Canadian national anthem, "we stand on guard for thee." |
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