Checkmate
Melyssa S. Ryan
May 2, 2011
Ten years, ten years ago America reached its darkest hour
A city hurled into turmoil by razor wings
A Country mourning, I would like to think, with the entire world
Towers as great as the castles of Lords fell like fragile glass
A geometric place of Justice pushed in the mud
The Dead filled out thoughts, the Survivors our arms, and Both our hearts
Our schools threatened, students scared to death and back
Bin Laden, in a game of terrorism, you held us in a check
Now we have made out move, that key Sunday night
Checkmate Bin Laden, Checkmate
True, the War is not over but this step is great
There is Hope for the damage You caused
These wounds will heal, but they will scar
For we took a vow for all Americans and all people
We will never forget
Never forget the rain of blood You caused in Ninety Countries
Never forget those Three-Thousand Lives You ended so violently
So wherever You are in death,
Know Your work will be scorned, but remembered
This dark time is not over but the light at the end of the tunnel is there now
We will continue to step toward it,
To achieve peace and Justice for all