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What happened that day
Still seems so unreal
By violating our freedom
We don’t know how to feel
We thought we were safe
And protected from those
Who would viscously attack
With such horrific blows
Thousands were slain
From the air to the ground
People watched in remorse
Afraid to make a sound
Terror filled our souls
Anger came soon after
An entire nation was rocked
By this dreadful disaster
They want us to go back
To our everyday affairs
Leaving the victims
With our thoughts and prayers
How can we go back?
When we’re full of fear
Afraid for ourselves
And those far and near
Nothing can change
The pain they have made
We can only hope
Their evil is repaid
We’ve come together now
Every race, creed, and age
We all stand united
Most filled with rage
We are all Americans
Different in many ways
But unity is one thing
That can’t go astray
I feel just the same
As millions of others
They’ve attacked our nation
Our sisters and brothers
Punishment shall go out
To those who’ve attacked
To those who harbor
We must make an impact
For they shall know
We are too proud
For our nation to be in hurt
Their demise has been vowed
We will never forget
Those who have died
Killed for no reason
But to destroy our pride
I pray for the families
And friends who’ve lost
What can’t be replaced
No matter the cost
I pray for our leaders
Who have to decide
What actions to take
To revenge those who’ve died
I put it in God’s hands
And pray, as I must
Never forgetting that
In God We Trust.
Ryan Marshall
Baytown, TX
Copyright ©2002 Ryan Marshall
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Our Ragged Old Flag
I walked through a county courthouse square,
On a park bench an old man was sitting there.
I said, "Your old courthouse is kinda rundown,"
He said, "Naw, it'll do for our little town."
I said, "Your flagpole has leaned a bit,
And that's a Ragged Old Flag you got hanging on it."
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He said, "Have a seat", and I sat down.
"Is this the first time you've been to our little town?"
I said, "I think it is." He said, "I don't like to brag,
But we're kinda proud of that Ragged Old Flag."
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"You see, we got a little hole in that flag there
When Washington took it across the Delaware.
And it got powder-burned the night Francis Scott Key
Sat watching it writing 'Oh Say Can You See'.
And it got a bad rip in New Orleans
With Packingham and Jackson tuggin' at its seams."
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"And it almost fell at the Alamo
Beside the Texas flag, but she waved on through.
She got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville
And she got cut again at Shiloh Hill.
There was Robert E. Lee, Beauregard, and Bragg,
And the south wind blew hard on that Ragged Old Flag."
"On Flanders Field in World War I
She got a big hole from a Bertha Gun.
She turned blood red in World War II
She hung limp and low by the time it was through.
She was in Korea and Vietnam.
She went where she was sent by her Uncle Sam."
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"She waved from our ships upon the briny foam,
And now they've about quit waving her here back home.
In her own good land she's been abused...
She's been burned, dishonored, denied and refused."
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"And the government for which she stands
is scandalized throughout the land.
And she's getting threadbare and wearing thin,
But she's in good shape for the shape she's in.
'Cause she's been through the fire before
and I believe she can take a whole lot more."
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"So we raise her up every morning,
Take her down every night.
We don't let her touch the ground
And we fold her up right.
On second thought I DO like to brag,
Cause I'm mighty proud of that Ragged Old Flag."
~Johnny Cash - From the Album "Ragged Old Flag" - 1974 (Sony)
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