This is a poem that a family of mine wrote on September 11th 01. It touched me so much that i wanted to share it with u all.

Dialing America

I tried to call America this morning
But She was too busy searching for her missing children
Please try your call at another time.

I tried to call America this afternoon
But She was too busy mourning for the slaughtered innocents
To answer the phone
Could I please call back at a more appropriate time.

I tried to call America this evening
But all I got was a busy signal as She girded Herself for war
The party I was trying to reach was not available at this time.

So I hung up the phone and walked down to America
I searched for the living and collected the dead
And together we mourned as one
And I raged with her and wept tears of loss
And offered Her the comfort of my Embrace
And the phone rang regardless.