Skip to comments.The Day Liberty Cried - a poem written after 9/11
Posted on 09/11/2006 5:38:02 AM PDT by 1curiousmind
She was there when it all began, They arrived in boats from foreign lands, She was moved to behold their new-found pride, But she held her tears, she never cried.
She saluted her beloved sons, As they boarded ships and manned their guns, To defend her name despite the cost, She still calls the names of the sons she lost.
In war and peace she held her post, Torch in hand, steadfast, composed, Until the day horror filled her eyes, That Autumn day when Liberty cried.
She squinted at every piercing scream, Each broken home, each shattered dream. The twisted metal and choking smoke, Eyes welled with tears, she sobbed, she broke.
With head bowed low to God she wailed, "I let them down, my name has failed." With trembling knees about to give, Questioning her very will to live.
As her tired shoulder lowered the flame, She heard someone call out her name. Across the bay along the shores, Rose a chorus from past and present wars.
And in that moment of awkward shame, Her eyes transfixed upon her flame. For in it burns the hope for all, Who claim her as their privileged call.
With new found strength and hope restored, She raised herself and her flaming sword. To show the world that they might see, That freedom will forever be.
For the evil of men who thrive on fear, Can cause a wound, can produce a tear. But they will never destroy that sacred name, For when Liberty cried, it fueled her flame.
Your poem is beautiful. Thanks for sharing, it rings directly from the heart.
This is so touching and beautiful.
With your permission, I'd like to share it with some of my friends.
God Bless you.
Thank you. You certainly have my permission to share it. I'd be honored.
A wonderful and touching poem. I too was moved to make a poetic tribute, but only had the skill to translate. Hope you might find it worth reading and passing along.
Title: 9/11: A Memorial Poem for Those Who Died & Those Who Survive"