A fifth alarm to the 100th power,
As two planes hit our city’s Twin Towers.
Responding on 9/11 to a 911 like no other.
Unprepared for the horror they were about to discover.
Disbelief and dismay upon reaching Ground Zero
Just doing their jobs, they became our heroes.
Command Post established, but that stage is wrong.
Leaders they looked to, are too soon gone.
The buildings crumble, who can survive?
And the first bells ring 5555.

Shoulder to shoulder they pass 5 gallon cans,
Moving debris caused by terrorists’ hands.
“Missing” describes those that were first due,
As days pass by with no one to rescue.
The Mayor and Commissioner appear shaken and ashen,
Traumatised by this event, they speak with passion.
Of dedicated Civil Servants now battered and lost.
Of a nation united at too high a cost.
Days have passed, where are those alive?
And the bells ring again 5555.

A trio of Bravest raise a flag at the site,
A symbol of pride on a wet rainy night.
As dust turns to oatmeal and hampers the task,
“God, let us find a survivor” is all that they ask.
Our hopes diminish, as other buildings rumble,
A whistle blows, they move on, another building may tumble.
The President visits with assurances the world hears
Our Bravest at work, at work without fears.
But little left to celebrate, no one to revive,
And the bells again ring, 5555.