Bolster the Might
All who fell should be avenged.
When planes did soar,
And each made a devastating bite;
The eyes of the world saw the open door;
A bright day turned like night.
But the businessman turned into more
As he turned off the TV, jaws shut tight.
The women without shoes from the store
Soon found boots to engage in the fight.
A day for remembrance, not sacrifice or
A moment for selflessness to have sight,
It is for the fallen who form the core
Of what we must memorialize with light.
In time, the warriors who did tour
Did so in order to bolster the might
Of the home nation that even more
Wanted to make all the vices turn right.
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