The Mess That We've Now to Clean Up

Amidst our tears, and fears and stress.
It's time to start to clean the mess.
The twisted steel and vast cement.
We haven't even made a dent.

In cleaning up the tons of rubble.
One tower down and then it's double.
Smoke and fire, all day burning.
Every minute more concerning.

Glass and ash, extreme debris.
Destruction far as you can see.
A hole where buildings stood before.
Awaits a full scale cleaning chore.

Bodies buried deep inside.
Need to be identified.
Everyone a priceless token.
Represents a family broken.

What a storm that we've to weather.
So many lives to put together.
We ask that God, our country Bless.
In helping us, clean up this mess.

9/11/2001 - 11:24 a.m.