Virginia McCullough

"Have I missed the  mark, or, like a true archer,  do I strike my mark?
Or am I a prophet of lies, a babbler from door to door?"
Cassandra, as reported by Agamemnon

© 2000 Virginia McCullough. All Rights Reserved. Use only with written  permission. 


During the past month I, like many others, could not find the words to express the anger, outrage, sadness, and sympathy I felt from the horrific events of September 11, 2001.  Others poured out words that gave vent to all of our feelings.  Three individuals did so in such a beautiful manner, that I want to share their words with you today.


Imagine the nightmare
Sense the terror
Feel the pain
Burning your skin
The heavy smoke fills the rooms
Collapsing steel becomes your tombs
Breaking glass and rescue teams
Ear piercing, primitive, dying screams
The building's forehead touches the ground
A gentle kiss without a sound
Then, with a great moan and heave
Its burdened weight to relieve
The magnificent structure bends its waist
The shining pavement just to taste
The bodies raining from the sky
Across the nation wondering why
Where are our forefathers' promised lands
To dance across the whispering sands
The sweetened freedom up in smoke
The nation's spirit more than broke
Optimism is often hard
When your country's pride is harmed
Now the world is shutting down
To make the airplanes turn around
The thick gray smoke coats the skies
To demonstrate the loss of lives
A rumble shakes the nervous ground
The weakened building comes tumbling down
The fires bellow
Red and Yellow
To all the heroes, your courage is true
To all the victims, our hearts are with you.

By Jamie Gale © 2001, 15 years old
Pleasanton, California

5000 Heroes  [Lyrics]

Tuesday morning without warning our world will never be the same
Crying eyes fill the skies our brothers and sisters were taken away
What kind of hatred could lead someone to this?
We need to come together to find out what it is, 'cause
Peace on Earth Good Will Toward man should mean the same In every land
And we need everyone of us to survive
Together we're strong apart we'll fall
And if the world heeded that call 5000 heroes would as one
So today smile and say "Hello stranger I'm your friend."
Take his hand. Understand. So this can never happen again.
The truth we'll find is how precious life in one moment they were with us
And now they're gone
To watch their children grow or see a dream come true
Or someday fall in love under a summer moon

Tuesday morning without warning our world will never be the same
5000 heroes And each one had a name.

Lyrics and music by Kyle Vincent © 2001 NewEnglandMusic (BMI)
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I want to tell you a story, she says. 
Of how my world crashed.

In four winged birds led astray, into the heart of the tall and the mighty.

I want to show you the fear, she says.
The fear which consumes my entire soul: feeding on flames strengthened by the media until all I know is this is not fiction.
This is not history.
This is my generation.
This is now; this is me.

When the world falls and men are called to arms they will be my friends my lives.
No men in books and stories told by others.
(They will be mine to tell.)

This is my story.
This is my life.
This is my world, and my world is falling--crashing to a stormy surface and bathed in ash.

It looks as if the clouds are crying, the stars shedding tears.

And here I sit, she says.
Here I sit plain and small.
This is not happening, she insists.
This is not happening;
it is too close, too large.

Too many figures, too many numbers, not enough faces and one friend, lost to the debris never to be heard from again.

What happens now?

Kashmiri Stec-Neifert © 2001, Clayton, California

As I read, and re-read, these impassioned voices of America I know in my heart that this is, indeed, a great land.  A land that allows all thoughts to be expressed and prayers of all religions to be heard cannot and will not vanish from the earth.  God Bless us one and all.

Virginia McCullough © 2001