I brought my three little children
To the top of the world one day
And showed them the wonders of freedom
To be found in the U.S.A.

They gazed upon our peaceful world
From above the highest story
While unfurling proudly above our heads
Flew the ever present... OLD GLORY

From the city across the river
We watched them grow so proud
Then we watched them crumble & fall
into an ominous, deadly cloud

From two mighty Twin Towers
to an urban smoldering tomb
Whatever hatred had destroyed that day
Love...One day will make loom!

Our hearts and souls are bewildered
Due to the tragic loss of lives
By devils that flew in our free air
Wielding revulsion and razor knives

God and man must reunite
And battle side by side
To rid the world of such terror
And restore our nation's pride

And so my dear children I say to you
The Towers are really still there
They stand forever in the eyes and hearts
of free people everywhere.

Robert S. Vena
Brielle, N.J. 9/21/01

Published, the Jersey City Reporter... 11/18/01