We Are Americans
Images from that day
are etched onto our hearts,
We continue to watch
in a kind of dark fascination,
as news reports continue non-stop.
When we turn the pictures off,
they remain, flickering behind our eyes.
Rescue workers, in an old-time,
new-age bucket brigade
pass pieces of rubble hand to hand.
The buckets hold grim remains;
the result of the mass murder
and the source of our grief.
We are global citizens;
people in every corner of the world
share our heartache
and our rage.
We are also Americans.
We come from a long line of fighters;
'Don't Tread On Me' is one of our maxims.
Sixty years ago,
world events awakened us;
called us to action.
We were united in our righteous anger,
finally taking our terrible retribution.
The scope of that outrage, so long ago
is eclipsed by the reprehensible attack
of September 11th.
We are Americans.
We will respond.
We will prevail.
© Ellie Maziekien