Standing tall she spied
the airplanes in the sky.
When they dove, she gasped and cried . . .
tears cascading from each eye.
She never kneeled and wouldn’t yield--
by her torch saw angels in the field.

Terrorists snuck in
(hi-jacking innocents
to a horrendous end);
they were unholy agents.
Our flag never swayed in New York . . .
rescuers sprang that moment to work.

Unable to move
she offered a prayer
for the many she behooved
whose lives were lost as she stared.
Saw in her red eyes white and blue . . .
that she’d stand there for’er, see us through.

She’d pierce with her crown,
alight with her fire
any terrorists around--
(she was a gift, can’t buy her)!
September eleventh passed
but those moments will forever last!

When liberty cried
and the innocent died.