TWO THOUSAND ONE, NINE ELEVEN (2001-911)<br />Two thousand one, nine eleven<br />Three thousand plus arrive in heaven<br />As they pass through the gate,<br />Thousands more appear in wait<br />A bearded man with stovepipe hat<br />Steps forward saying, "lets sit, lets chat"<br />They settle down in seats of clouds<br />A man named Martin shouts out proud<br />"I have a Dream!" and once he did<br />The Newcomer said, "Your dream still lives."<br /><br />Groups of soldiers in blue and gray<br />Others in khaki, and green then say<br />"We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, The Maine"<br />The Newcomer said, "you died not in vain."<br />From a man on sticks one could here<br />"The only thing we have to fear."<br />The Newcomer said, "we know the rest,<br />trust us sir, we've passed that test."<br />"Courage doesn't hide in caves<br />You can't bury freedom, in a grave,"<br />The Newcomers had heard this voice before<br />A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport shores<br />A silence fell within the mist<br />Somehow the Newcomers knew taat this<br />Meant time had come for her to say<br />What was in the hearts of the five thousand plus<br />that day<br />"Back on earth, we wrote reports,<br />Watched our children play in sports<br />Worked our gardens, sang our songs<br />Went to church and clipped coupons<br />We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought<br />Unlike you, great we're not"<br />The tall man in the stovepipe hat<br />Stood and said, "don't talk like that!<br />Look at your country, look and see<br />You died for freedom, just like me"<br />Then, before them all appeared a scene<br />Of rubbled streets and twisted beams<br />Death, destruction, smoke and dust<br />And people working just cause they must.<br />Hauling ash, lifting stones,<br />Knee deep in hell, but not alone<br />"Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman<br />Side by side helping their fellow man!"<br />So said Martin, as he watched the scene<br />"Even from nightmares, can be born a dream,"<br />Down below three firemen raised<br />The colors high into ashen haze<br />The soldiers above had seen it before<br />On Iwo Jima back in 44<br />The man on sticks studied everything closely<br />Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly<br />I see pain, I see tears,<br />I see sorrow -- But I don't see fear."<br />"You left behind husbands and wives<br />Daughters and sons and so many lives<br />are suffering now because of this wrong<br />But look very closely, You're not really gone,<br />All of those people, even those who've never met you<br />All of their lives, They'll neven forget you<br />Don't you see what has happened?<br />Don't you see what you've done?<br />You've brought them together, together as one.<br />With that the man in the stovepipe hat said<br />"Take my hand," and from there he led<br />three thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven<br />On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven
