People waking
TV's    blaring
faces  staring
all  confused.
New  Yorkers
run  and  yell
to  quell  the
smell  of  hell
that's striking
brick  and  mortar      
glass   and   iron,   steel   and                   
wooden   support   too.         
Fire   spitting
ash exploding
debris raining
down  below.
The    scared
and    steady
brave and
ready wait to
see  who  hit
us           so.
Allies sending
warm  wishes
even enemies
woe our loss.
Cowards   hit
us  with  our
pants   down
but we would
get         our
point  across.
You  can  hit
us  you  can
hurt  us  but
you   cannot
make us quit.
We   have   a
strengtt that
can't        be
stifled we are
A m e r i c a n s we will make it.