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The senseless tragedies of September 11, 2001 may have taken place on American soil, but like so much else in this modern age, they were truly global in scope. Civilization has changed, perhaps in ways we can only begin to imagine, with consequences no one yet can see. This world will never again be quite the same. Yet, though global and world-spanning, the events of that dark Tuesday are also very personal, deeply touching the heart and soul of every living human. We cry. We worry. We shake our fists in rage. And we question, again and again, how such needless death and destruction could ever be allowed. People of all nationalities, every race, creed, and color, need to talk. To explore. To come together in support, in outrage, and perhaps in a measure of understanding. It's a new world. But it's still comprised of people, people just like you and I. Together, hands and hearts joined, we can make a difference.
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| Attack on America Poems continued | Author |
| Together | Vicky L. Raynes |
| From America United, we shall overcome! God bless America! | |
| Candle Of Hope | Mysteria |
| From Canada In any tradegy you need hope, and this tradegy reforms humanity, we need a candle of hope! | |
| Dark Clouds | Charisma |
| From The Netherlands When all else seems too little, a prayer seems just enough. | |
| Dust Devils | Richard S. Wells Jr. |
| From America Those who would revel in or support the tragedy have misconstrued the American resolve. | |
| If Only | Munda |
| From The Netherlands Sometimes, the only things a poet can offer are remorse and comfort. | |
| One Evil Mind | Titia Geertman |
| From The Netherlands One evil mind will not defeat freedom | |
| The Concrete Garden | Philip Zemler |
| From America A flash of metaphor and the world still cries. | |
| Today | Charisma |
| From The Netherlands I saw and read of your pain, the destroying within, but also the desire for hope and peace. | |
| Tomorrow |
Michael Mack |
| From America Life has changed. It's up to us, each of us, whether those changes need be bad ones. | |
| Scared |
Ron Carnell |
| Yesterday was September 11, 2001. The beginnings of a nightmare. And, just maybe, the genesis of a Dream. | |
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