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2,976,
That's the number that died that fateful day.
Many selfless, many terrified, many trapped;
All cried out to a God they either knew or now wanted to know.
They'd be remembered, their names and their faces not forgotten.
4,000,
That's the number that die on a daily bases;
By selfish people that look to serve their own needs.
Little cries that will never be heard by anyone but God,
They wont be remembered by their names or faces.
For their lives were taken… ripped… torn too early.
2,976
That's the number of men and women who left us behind;
The loved and lonely that'd been filled with content or scared-
In their final moments.
The ash filled air worked its way into their lungs;
Fires blazing, roofs collapsing, within seconds lives ending.
Memories flashing in the darkness and chaos…
4,000
That's the number of boys and girls that we left behind;
They'd been robbed of love and life, faith and happiness.
Within their gasping for air the doctors chocked them still;
When life could've been blessed it was burned and suffocated.
Without the memories to fill the spaces within this darkness.
2,976 people died on 9-11 ten years ago during the fall of the Twin-Towers.
Lives some of us either knew or wish we knew.
Many of us know that number like we know our own age, but how many of us know the stats of how many babies are aborted on a daily bases? How many of us actually care to even think about it?
Tell me, why are those men and women remembered, why is the number of their deaths more important?
When so many more lives die DAILY without a chance? At least the men and women died with a chance at life before the buildings collapsed, they'd been given a chance.
But the boys and girls that we kill, they don't get a chance... 4,000... a day.... A DAY.
Can you understand that?... Can you truly grasp the horror of that?
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