“On September eleventh, the Towers fell down.
All the people and rubble lay dead on the ground.
The nation was crying, the U.S. was weeping,
And still, in New York, firefighters were sweeping.
On October the seventh, we decided to fight.
And we bombed that one Arab with all of his spite.
But we are still searching, and we are still looking
For the man who overpopulated heaven.”
– poem by Erin R. Robertson, age 11, October 2001
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May we always remember the tragedy, the sacrifice, and the heroism of those who lost their lives that day.
May they and their families be in peace, and may God bless America.