110 stories high I flapped freely
In the bright sky. While birds and planes
Soared on by, my majestic power
Couldn't be denied.
On a fateful September morn, my
Strength was tested, like a toothpick
My mast did break, falling to earth
With such a quake.
Rubble and dust all around,
Shouts of terror, cries of pain
Still sound through this dismal surround.
This act of injustice, this feat so cruel,
My people are grieving, my children confused.
As if by rebirth, I'm pulled from
The ash, stood on the ground
Amongst those I love.
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