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The Glory of Gotham

Soaring tower, representing All those lost and still lamenting Shining beacon, glimmers bright Visible across the night. Born from ashes long since vanished Feeds a city’s skyline famished Loss of twins is not forgotten But We the People cannot stop In our endeavor to revive them No more time for crying beside them! Reflecting pools have filled with tears Of agony throughout the years. From high above we can look proudly Up to Heaven, screaming loudly “Our freedom has been fixed!” To seventeen hundred and seventy-six.
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baronvaron
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Feb 27, 2014
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When they placed the spire on top of One World Trade Center in May 2013, I felt inspired to write. For twelve years, the skyline of Manhattan lacked symbolism downtown. I remember 9/11 vividly, but the hardest thing, for me at least, was driving into the city and not being able to see those glorious buildings towering over New York City. This poem is dedicated to all those that lost their lives on 9/11/01

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