here it is:
On that day, that fateful day,
Your life was taken away,
September never looked so grey.
A brush of cold, swept afar
Extinguished the flame, in the warmest of hearts.
A desperate act, by desperate people.
Was that what it took to tear us apart?
Not to our honour, never will we yield.
A life cut short, words left unspoken.
Art that was never hung.
A photo that was never taken.
A people in mourning, a people were stung.
Their life is their art, a photo and more
To show, to embrace and praise their valour.
A hero is not defined, by where they come from.
Nor their religion, skin tone or gender.
A hero is defined by what sets us all apart,
A hero is defined, by the size of their heart.
Copyright James Vercoe 2006
ok backstory; this was for my literature class... and it was a tribute to 911... did anyone pick that up whilst reading? or if you read it again, will more stand out?
just things id like to know, to improve the piece... as it is still something i feel deeply for
ta.
