Flight 93

The field lies quiet now, a peaceful green,
Where steel and sacrifice became one whole.
A sudden storm, a terror unforeseen,
Upon a path to reach a higher goal.
The hijackers, with malice in their hearts,
Turned toward a city, dark and grim.
But courage rose and played heroic parts,
A whispered prayer became a battle hymn.
With shouts of "Let's roll!" and with one accord,
They fought for life against a certain death.
A final, fierce, and righteous discord,
A last great deed with their last living breath.
And in that field, where broken fuselage lay,
A monument to freedom earned that day.

Sad, Monotone, Contemporary