O*N*E

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NOTE: ALL pictures are from the 9/11 tragedy.

	ONE
As the soot, dirt, and ash rained down, We became ONE color.
	As we carried each other down the stairs of the burning building We became ONE class.
As we lit candles of waiting and hope We became ONE generation.
	As the Firefighters and Police fought their way in the the burning inferno, We became ONE gender.
As we fell to our knees in prayer for strength, We became ONE faith.
	As we whispered or shouted words of encouragement, we spoke ONE language.
As we gave our blood in lines a mile long, We became ONE body.
	As we mourned together the great loss, We became ONE family.
As we cried tears of grief and great loss, We became one soul.
	As we retell with great pride of the sacrifice of heroes, We become ONE people.
We are ONE color, ONE class, ONE generation, ONE gender, ONE faith,
	ONE language, ONE body, ONE family, ONE soul, ONE people.
We are the power of ONE.
	We are united.
We are the world

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I did not focus too much on the actual bombing of the towers, but rather on the people in this collage of pictures. I wanted the impact of the poem to reflect. This however, does not mean that I dismiss the horrible act of war that was brought to our door step. Not in any way. Buildings, no matter how great or famous, can be replaced. Not so with people. I still cry when I think of the loss of families, friends, and loved ones.

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