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Great learning can come out of great tragedy. We can learn that we
are "One" in the following anonymous poem.
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One
As the soot and 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 officers fought
their way into the 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 loss,
We became one soul.
As we retell with 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 America.
We are the world. |
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