| The hard monotonous tick of the second hand winding around the clock The soft gentle hum of the air conditioner The low quiet roar of the traffic outside And yet hundreds of miles away rescue crews are working at the rubble of the World Trade Center towers The hard monotonous grind of the heavy machinery The soft gentle flap of the American flag in the breeze The low quiet sobs of a nation in mourning They say its an act of war They say God may forgive them but we will not They say we will never forget With heightened security With people in mourning Things will never be the same Welcome to the Vulnerable States of America September 13, 2001 |