On the Day That They Died

by Derrick G. Jeter

On the day that they died

The morning was beautiful and everyone sighed;

Not knowing that ugliness would come before noontide

Turning morning into mourning . . . on the day that they died.

On the day that they died

Husband’s kissed their wives and they all good-byed;

Not knowing of the tears that they had cried

For lovers lost . . . on the day that they died.

On the day that they died

Fathers and mothers left a child’s sleeping bedside;

Not knowing that they would be forever denied

A goodnight kiss . . . on the day that they died.

On the day that they died

Life was a dream and a glorious joyride;

Not knowing that life is a violent riptide

Sweeping them away . . . on the day that they died.

On the day that they died

America was united and patriotic—statewide;

No knowing that too soon we would again divide

And hardly remember . . . the day that they died.

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