Bad 9-11 poetry: ‘Ballad of 9/11/01,’ ‘Love Will Always Prevail’

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    Two more poems written by Utahns in the days after 9/11, submitted (unsolicited) to the newspaper I was working for at the time. (For more background, read the earlier entries in this category.)

    By the way, we only have two more editions of this feature before the well runs dry. So those who don’t like it only have to be forced at gunpoint to read it twice more after this.

    Ballad of 9/11/01
    by Andrea Dietrich

    [Note: This poem was apparently meant to be a song, as the word “ballad” in the title suggests. Conveniently, I note that it can be sung to the tune of the “Gilligan’s Island” theme song. Sing away!]

    A bright blue Indian summer morn.
    An unexpected jolt.
    Hundreds instantly massacred
    On day of thunderbolt.

    Workers in the tower’s twin
    Who gaped in disbelief,
    Minutes later too were hit
    That day of horror and grief.

    By radio and TV show
    The news was quickly spread.
    The world was left incredulous.
    A day for feeling dread.

    And still the killing wasn’t done.
    Before our nations’ eyes
    The Pentagon was next attacked
    That day of sad surprise.

    Back to the scene in Manhattan,
    Some folks were stuck in rooms
    of towers with tops obscured by smoke.
    That day of shadows and gloom.

    And some, choosing not to face the fire,
    Jumped to their deaths in fright.
    People screamed or averted their eyes.
    A day of hideous sights.

    But no, the worst wasn’t finished yet.
    South Tower did collapse
    As people fled down crowded steps.
    Oh, day to flabbergast!

    Of those on the outskirts looking on,
    Many met with the same tragic fate.
    Police and firemen who rushed in.
    Oh, day to commiserate.

    And rendering hope was Father “Mike”,
    Unvanquished by helplessness,
    Who died will giving a brother last rites.
    Oh, day of selflessness.

    In the midst of rubble and ash and flame
    And calls to evacuate,
    The northern tower came crumbling down
    On day of hasty escape.

    As people spilled out onto the streets,
    Their lungs filled with debris,
    They sobbed for loves most likely lost.
    A day of melancholy.

    Meanwhile were martyrs in nearby skies.
    We heard with sympathy
    How Flight 93 had crashed on ground
    On day of infamy.

    But striking in difference from other events,
    Though all were senselessness,
    Strong acts of heroics were doubtless employed
    That day of defenselessness.

    The terror receded. Our president spoke.
    We listened to what he would say.
    From home and abroad he rallied support
    On a day to ponder and pray.

    A might giant has been awoke.
    And its hand is beckoning.
    Faceless cowards cannot hide long
    On this daybreak of reckoning.

    * * * * *

    Love Will Always Prevail
    author unknown

    [This one’s clearly meant to be a song, too, with a chorus and even a bridge. I don’t know what tune it can be sung to, though. Any suggestions?]

    You show your hatred
    You give us pain
    But we always find a way to love again
    You cause destruction
    You tear apart
    But you’re never gonna stop our beating heart

    Cause America
    Is built on Love
    And the heart of this land will never fail
    When all is said and done
    We will still be #1
    Because Love will always prevail

    We’ve been scarred
    By you before
    And I’m sure America will see some more.
    But your hatred
    Can not compare
    With the love your gonna see this nation share

    ‘Cause America
    Is built on Love
    And the heart of this land will never fail
    When all is said and done
    We will still be #1
    Because Love will always prevail

    Try to tear us apart and watch us pull together
    America’s heart will keep beating forever

    Cause America
    Is built on Love
    And the heart of this land will never fail
    When all is said and done
    We will still be #1
    Because Love will always prevail

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