In the first few hours
The scope of the horror was revealed.
With no regard for life, despicable cowards
struck at our political, military and financial heart..
In that short time
innocents and innocence were crushed.
Immediately, Americans pulled together,
spearheaded by three groups of professionals
To run into a place of peril with no thought for their own safety -
this is their hallmark.
Attired in coat, boots and distinctive hat,
eager to aid , to battle ñ
this is the description of a firefighter.
His usual adversary, fire,
broiling, suffocating, blazing fire
His enemies this time,
explosions, industrial avalanche,
terror, horror, and panic.
He puts his head down and rushes into danger.
The police officer of my childhood was
A person to go to if lost or in trouble.
A protector; a defender.
His reputation has become blurred over the years,
but on Black Tuesday, he was there,
defending, shielding, guiding;
plunging headlong into the fray
with no regard for personal risk
to assist those in need.
More people would have been lost
In this horrific tragedy
but for the emergency medical personnel.
Paying to no heed to the hazards,
they work around the clock
rescuing , healing, recovering.
Angels of mercy.
As we watch the aftermath,
we see their faces,
grimy, haggard, exhausted .
nevertheless, they work
displaying for the world
heroism in action.
© Ellie Maziekien