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"UNDEFEATED"


TERROR, FEAR AND ANGER,
FILL THE SMOKE ENCRUSTED SKY,
AS I RUSH INTO THE LOBBY,
IS THIS MY DAY TO DIE?

PEOPLE RUNNING PAST ME,
FACES LOCKED IN DISBELIEF,
LIFELESS EYES UNBLINKING,
FOREVER SENSING GRIEF.

MY UNIFORM GIVES HOPE,
AS THE BADGE PINNED ON MY CHEST,
THE PATCHES ON MY SHOULDER,
SEEN AS A VALIANT CREST.

THEY LOOK TO ME FOR GUIDANCE,
MANY QUESTIONS I AM ASKED,
HOW DID THIS HORROR HAPPEN,
MY FEARS MUST NOW BE MASKED.

I RUN THROUGH THE THICK CROWD,
HELPING PEOPLE AS I GO,
MORE UNIFORMS STORM PAST ME,
HOW MANY DO I KNOW.

A FIREMAN LIES DYING,
A PRIEST BENT OVER HIM.
THE SCENE IS SO SURREAL,
AS MY MIND BEGINS TO SWIM.

THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO,
THERE IS NO TIME NOW TO CRY,
IF WE DO NOT DO THIS RIGHT,
MANY MORE WILL SURELY DIE.

I MAKE IT TO THE STAIRS,
MEN IN BLUE ARE EVERY WHERE.
CARRYING THE WOUNDED,
THEN RUSH RIGHT BACK IN THERE.

NAMELESS FACES I DID CARRY,
TO THE SAFETY OF THE STREET,
THEN RUSH BACK IN AGAIN,
AGAIN DEATH I DID CHEAT.

HOW MUCH TIME HAS PASSED,
A LIFETIME LONG IT SEEMS,
I'M BROUGHT BACK TO THIS NIGHTMARE,
BY THE ENDLESS FEAR FILLED SCREAMS.

LESS PEOPLE PASSING BY,
MORE UNIFORMS I SEE.
ALL WEARING THE SAME BLANK LOOK,
BUT HOW DO THEY SEE ME?

THE GROUND BELOW NOW RUMBLES,
LIKE A SPEEDING CRASHING TRAIN,
THE FIRST TOWER NOW LEVELED,
YET OUR EFFORTS WILL NOT WANE.

THE RADIO FILLS WITH SCREAMS,
COPS AND FIREMEN ARE DEAD,
OUR INSTINCT SAYS TO RUN,
BUT WE CLIMB THE STAIRS INSTEAD.

FIREMAN AND COP,
IN THIS TERROR BAND,
WERE THE FIRST CASUALTIES,
IN THE WAR ON OUR LAND.

MORE TRIPS ARE NOW MADE,
THOUSANDS MORE ARE SAVED,
NOT WHAT THESE MEN EXPECTED,
WHAT THE TERRORISTS HAD CRAVED.

A QUICK REFRESHING DRINK,
THEN BACK INTO THIS HELL,
I MUST TELL THEM I'M OK,
CALL MY FAMILY FROM MY CELL.

KISS OUR CHILDREN FOR ME,
BABY PLEASE DON'T CRY,
THIS WILL BE MY LAST TRIP,
I'M NOT GOING TO DIE.

I REACH THE SILENT LOBBY,
FACES LOCKED IN A DEAD FROWN.
MOST CIVILIANS NOW ARE SAFE,
AS HIS TOWER TUMBLES DOWN.

 by Anthony Petrocelli