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Have You Forgotten The tragedy of September 11, 2001,
How many innocent lives were lost saving others, how you felt when you heard the news, The fear that enveloped your heart, Taking away the your feeling of safety, Knowing a very evil enemy could strike at any time? Never Forget The Warriors Who Now Fight For Our Precious Freedom! They are praying the price for our freedom! Have You Forgotten
Have you forgotten the dismay in our hearts, As we watched large foundations trickle to dust? How fear arose in our minds gazing upon the bodies strewn. Innocent blood screamed from the dying and injured? Have you forgotten the tragic day of bloodshed and terrorism, Elsewhere a flight was saved by the brave passengers and crew? Or the courageous efforts of the rescuers of humanity, Facing the numerous casualties of a political war? Have you forgotten the triumphs and tragedies of our warriors today, Children and families torn apart by the terroristic war, That bloodshed still stains the ground where freedom fears to tread, Many warriors are returning home with loss of mind, limb, and life? Have you forgotten the freedom we hold close, All the precious assets destroyed on September 11, 2001? How each day another warrior pays with dedication, his or her life, The world is waiting for a reprieve from terroristic threat. Have you forgotten how people bonded together to help, A wounded nation to strengthen again, Knowing these precious words of thought, Under God’s everlasting arms we will always rest? Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
THE SLAIN
The slain are sleeping, Lions in a new birth. Yet their blood is seeping, Staining the bullet-riddled earth. Mortar dust chokes the fresh air, The charge alarm is the disturbing sound. Another day in the enemy scare. From hidden foxholes soldiers bound. The slain are sleeping, On the enemy ground. Yet their blood has stopped seeping, Their eternal day has now been found. Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009 Written 2002 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
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Does The World Know What We Are Going Through
I watched my warrior buddies fall down in the heated sand, While the acrid gunpowder burned my sensitive nose. Gazing upon the blood-strewn land, I wonder if the world really knows, What we are going through. We have no tender hugs to console, No shoulders to hold our fearful tears. On a sorrowful journey we must go, A place where humanity has lost its battle many times, Where freedom is the cost for which we endure. Tomorrow I will witness the cruelty of tyranny, Each day I walk I will wonder! “Does the world know what I am going through?” Do they take time to say I care? Before I meet my destiny meant for me? Each moment carries an unsure death In this desert of a warriors distress, A place where hope buries its precious seed, Giving our warriors the courage to achieve, In the hostile war for freedom’s road. Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
BEYOND THE BATTLE
Beyond the battle, hearts are torn. Shredded by hatred, emotional grief shorn. On every ridge death has made a mighty count. Blood has soaked the ground, the war’s fount. Brave soldiers have picked up sword with their shields. Grain was ground into the soil, tragic reaped yields. Armor no longer protects the fragile chest. Beyond the battle, the many brave soldiers are now at rest. Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009 Written 2001 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
FLAME OF BITTERSWEET
Terroristic Leader, You have led a trail of blood in your diabolical path. Many families are mourning, turn of another evil’s page. In my heart and many there is a deep rage, unchained rage.. While you hide from capture, planning another blood bath. Does your conscience burn a flame of bittersweet? A cold heart is the only love found in your narrow breast. You carry the torch of domination, hatred your rest. Peace and serenity is a mirage, anger your judgment seat. Tomorrow you will harm another innocent victim in a bloody trail. Every murder will only entrap you in a final flaming port. Fear not for soon your judgment will be before eternity’s court. There will be no news media to spread your vicious tale. Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009 Written 2001 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom |
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CRYING IN THE STREETS
Sharp slivers penetrate the heart, another death is told. Evil dealt a cruel hand, a terroristic goad. All the weeping tears couldn’t change the tragic unfold. The fiery chamber is licked by flames, Satan’s hold. Crying in the streets hit the deafened ears of the enemy, Laughing in the face of the innocent hysterically. They feel no compassion, yearning to rule the country. An anvil is their smelting tool, innocence their flame of tyranny. Humanity for another has been forgotten in their greed. Innocent people became their destruction seed. Crying in the streets is heard only by goodness in lead. Comforting the suffering, His hand halts the emotional bleed. Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009 Written 2001 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
HELP ME TO TRUST AGAIN
Help me to find my missing feet. Teach me to trust again anyone likely to meet. Make me stronger, shielding every harm. Leading away every peril with your loving charm. When the tempest rages, be my shelter out of the storm. Teach me to trust again even during the angriest swarm. For your mercy is the gift, freely given, When the thunder roars, feelings often riven. Teach me to trust again beyond all the pain. Held in your embrace, guarding me from disdain. For your endowment is my guidance, shown. With it a more mature person is grown. Help me to find my missing feet. Teach me to trust again anyone likely to meet. When the tempest rages, shelter me from the storm Teach me to trust, amid the angry swarm Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009 Written 2001 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
FACE OF DEATH
Face of death loomed near, taking many in its wake. Flames consumed virtuous lives, many hearts to break. Strong foundations crumbled mere dust, molten debris about. Smoke obliterated the scene, dismal hands of fate reached out. All the helpless crying, anger, hurting fell on deafened ears of the enemy. Their crime was unjust, innocent lives were slain unmercifully. Face of death took many to their established eternity, heaven-led. Terrorists were taken to their eternal wait, a flaming bed. Face of death was foiled in many cases, humanity’s realm. Jesus was calling out to all his angels to bring the world calm. All the countries allied together, bringing an end to the face of death. Though many would suffer, someday evil would take its last breath. Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009 Written 2001 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
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For What Reason
Blood saturates the ground, helpless screaming can be heard. All the world mourns in a moment of silence, prayer the soothing word. Cowardice act leaves a coldness in every heart, yet much compassionate concern. Many buildings are aflame, inside infinite rage, the burn. Acrid smoke is the dismal outlook, penetrated by only by spiritual means. Weeping and heartaches is the sad outcome of all the tragic scenes. Anger is an ebony cloud, covering the decaying emotion. Lord is the the only light, his word will be a healing lotion. Many rescuers rush to save the hurt and dying. In the streets the very heart of our country is crying. The president and political leaders have to keep the people in safety. What words or actions can alter the dismal feelings of this tragedy? Prayer is the balm for many, just to know someone cares. In this catastrophe, the whole world shares. Planes were used as bombs, cowardly, people were slain. For what reason could this countless murder no one can explain! For the country crying the hearts dying I offer this poem to maybe give some light yet tell the stories of all the tragedies and ask you the question For What Reason? I have over thousand emails asking me to write a poem that can be forwarded and I have to say it broke my heart because my adopted family was involved but devastating for our country. God gave me a very special gift and though it really hurts me to write tragedy I must do as he and the world needs to know He is there. God and I did this for all of you. All the innocent people were slain and for what reason Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009 Written 2001 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
JESUS’ HAND COVERS
Acrid smoke was in the air, covering the twin towers, flames raged. Death had reached out its feelers, opening wide the eternal gate. Innocent lives were being called home, the young, elderly, and the middle-aged. Many left home never realizing their dismal fate. As the flames seared the walls, a rescue effort was inside. Helping many with a human chain of desperation. Terrorism was the yoke; fettered, tragic violence was the bride. Dire was the consequences; war will be the reprobation. Face in the flames could only be Satan taking his sacrificial demons to final abide. The innocent blood cries from the ground, seeping inside. Jesus’ hand covers all in a spiritual light none can penetrate. Only he can alter the hourglass of sand, a Christian’s fate. Dorothy E. Scott (Poet And Writer) Global Heart SF~Jessica (Story Writer) © Copyrighted 2009 Written 2001 Heavenly Warriors Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
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