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OUR BLOODSTAINED WINGS®
My humble patriotic homage to our nation’s victims, their
families, survivors, and the brave hearts of our United States'
World Trade Center Manhattan tragedy on September 11, 2001 .
With quill at my breast, my tribute to our nation’s best blessed ~
Honoring those valiant souls, whose lives took their heaviest toll.
Original, humble, patriotic poetry by Donna J. Fennel, CIW/SD ~
Quilled on September 26, 2001 , just for our daughters and sons.
Revised on March 25, 2004 , whose message shant go ignored.
Ivory doves cry and fly o’er horizon high, casting wounded wings aside ~
On most despicable of day, when our country’s pride had dolefully died.
One crisp, serene September morning, without warning to our brethren ~
Lives were shattered as bodies were smattered, scattered ‘round citizens.
Our very souls felt meaningless and empty, as our flag at half-mast did fly ~
In memory of those poor innocents, whom the Grim Reaper chose to die.
Alongside precious lives, the World Trade Center found its gruesome grave ~
What was just turned to dust, by savage lust of foe we had grown to trust.
What transpired that dreadful day seemed discombobulated and unreal ~
For our pride barbarians did steal, and our nation knows not HOW to feel.
‘Midst yawn of dawn’s decadence, ramparts exploded bright in full sight ~
Alas, we were not prepared to fight, while we watched the towers ignite.
Yes, we believed that our nation was safe and well protected from those
Terrorists who planned to viciously attack through heinous, horrific blows.
Alas, sadness saturated hearts with pain, as tears fell like rivulets of rain ~
Bombs pelted what they melted in rhyme; we lost sense of space and time.
While multitudes in pain were maimed, staining the air and sky and ground ~
Our nation’s force gazed on in rueful remorse, ere petrified to make a sound.
Terror engulfed and stole our souls, as anger and despair flowed soon after ~
Recognizing our nation’s devastation, fostered from this horrendous disaster.
The cavalcade of crashes, dense duration of ashes … we ne’er saw it coming ~
As enemy approached and encroached, ‘midst bombs’ echoes eerily humming.
Our innocent airplanes became death trains, harboring those who lost their lives ~
While from the Manhattan twins’ uppermost stories, some poor souls chose to dive.
Lo, our omnipotent Twin Towers had tumbled ruthlessly to their wounded knees ~
While battered bodies plummeted alongside them in awakening autumn breeze.
Alas, another day has passed our nation’s way, which will live in absolute infamy ~
Yet we endured this lawbreaking landmark in history, tho it be in WORST of degree.
We are a land of thrivers and survivors, through which one heart we shed a tear ~
That must live on to serve these memories, not allowing ourselves to give into fear.
While ‘mongst ivory doves we travel, our noble wings of courage remain spread ~
As our country grieves, in us we MUST believe, while paying homage to our dead.
No matter how turbulent our nation’s flight throughout labyrinth of life may be ~
Yonder beacon of light, despite our plight, is HOW we remain one prideful family.
Tho we be challenged and saddened by this tragedy, we are united by choice ~
Because our latitude, with brevitude, sets mood for our country’s virtuous voice.
Alas, our enemies yearn for our wounded nation to return to its everyday affairs ~
Leaving ALL World Trade Center victims and survivors in our thoughts and prayers.
Our freedom empowers us to stay bonded on history’s page, every creed and age ~
For Lady Liberty calls us to remain proud and free, tho our hearts are filled with rage.
How valiantly does our nation always find ways to persevere with justice and might!
Akin to the fallen ivory doves we somehow rise above, resuming our perilous flight.
While we viewed this catastrophe as one family in homily, the evening fell tenderly ~
Despite this sorrow, our nation saw tomorrow, bestowing us with hope and serenity.
Ah, such brethren we be as proud Americans, tho poles apart in a plethora of ways ~
Remembering our unity of humanity as brawniest of bond, never to go away or astray.
Our promise is that ensuing punishment will be directed ‘pon those who had attacked.
And ‘pon those terrorists harboring vengeance, we are obligated to leave our impact.
O, such angst and pain for us enemies had made; alas, we will take this to our graves ~
Yet this is merely ONE chapter in our nation’s history, and we MUST now turn the page.
We lost precious brethren and a national landmark, yet our wings remain unscathed ~
Our American flag shall evermore wave for the “Land of the Free, Home of the Brave.”
And while barbarians continue to astonish, be warned them our nation must admonish ~
Before setting sun’s scheduled resting rays, indeed, we WILL witness dawn of heroic day!
May we, the people now leave our bless’d country’s future in our Higher Power’s hands ~
So that indivisibility is restored as our brand and we will, again, be at our own command.
While ivory doves hovering above our Manhattan twins glided towards ghastly ground ~
‘Midst our waking world of woeful sound, their cries surround, while terrorists did impound.
Hearken their warning ‘mongst all scorning and scathed, before next morning is paved ~
In order to not dig our own grave, our nation’s brave must protect America to be saved.
Behold, these ivory doves delivered a final message before they met their own demise ~
Gaze towards the cerulean skies one day, wherefrom you will hear their mournful cries:
“ America , as your guardians of grace we are here to protect you, carrying you all along ~
“To ensure you remain free and strong. Recall HERE we performed our final swan song.”
Yes, the ivory doves’ bloodstained feathers reaffirm our nation’s valor to stick together ~
While they fell towards our ground with woeful sound, our liberty is fated to abound!
Peace, prayers, pride, perseverance, persistence, and prosperity, fellow Americans ~
Honorably and patriotically written especially for you by Donna J. Fennel.
"The past need not remain catacombed, fore’er lost in an aphelion of abyss ~
It needs to be harnessed and retrodden; nay, especially not forgotten about.
The past’s portals are open to mortals, those few who occasionally go amiss ~
And be not afraid, for now humankind has the means to find their way out."
“O, imagine, if we could eradicate wars before rapacious acts e’er happened ~
Eradicate all epidemics, and ‘mongst our planet’s nations become prophetic?
Create a utopian new age, merely by turning the page into pantheon of past ~
From which perhaps a brave new world, now nourished, may flourish and last.”
Excerpted from my original poem, Opening The Past's Portals ®
By Donna J. Fennel. All rights reserved.
© 2004-09 Donna J. Fennel, Owner of Donnadreamland. All rights reserved® .
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