Nine One One

That September day all I could do was prey.
Though I was not there, I could not help but care.
Tears fell down one by one.
For I could help no one.
Though many tears have stopped.
The blood shed has not.
Children still cry.
Parents still try.
Terrorist still lie.
And people still die.
Nine one one has come and gone,
but the memory still lives on.

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