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Where is the Honor and the Glory?

To the men who took our daughter,
To the men who took our joy,
To the seekers of their honor
As they plunder and destroy---

Who beat defenseless women
for the mannner of their dress---
Who keep young girls from lessons--
afraid their minds might be the best.

Where is your honor and your glory?
Where is your strength and speed?
You stole a plane and killed more women
As you carried out your cowardly deed.

She went to work that morning
at the breaking of the dawn.
She went to work that morning
expecting to live on----
to laugh and love -to learn and give
to make our lives complete.
Where is the honor and the glory
in your cowardly feat?

You stole a plane and steered it
into her place of work--
into her desk, her papers--
Did you wear a drunken smirk?

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She was small and quite defenseless
She loved people of all lands
If you had come in peace and honor
She would have gladly shook your hands.

You stole a plane and tried to kill her,
but her spirit will not die
You stole a plane and tried to kill her,
but she lives with God on high.

She guides our thoughts from heaven
as you wage this “holy” war.
She will guide our thoughts from heaven
until terror reigns no more.

Our daughter loved to travel
she went to many lands
She practiced peace and love on earth
As God ,our Lord , commands.

Do not think that he is pleased
with this thing that you have done.
Do not hope to find your glory
behind the setting sun.

For you who chose the path
that leads to war and pain.
Only God himself can know
what you hope to gain.

Where is the honor and the glory?
Where is the courage great?
What type of manhood does it take
to bring her to this fate?

She did not try to hurt you
She would not have caused you pain.
Yet you stole a plane and tried to kill her
but your evil was in vain.

For she will guide our thoughts from heaven
She lives in many hearts.
You will find no place to hide
when God�s own vengence starts.

We hear that you have three wives
and many children too.
do they hide among the caves?
Do they live with you?

Do they know their father?
Do they know what he has done?
How he seeks his glory_
beyond the setting sun?

Do they know she guides our thoughts
from where she lives on high?
Do they know you tried to kill her,
but her spirit did not die?

You have raised a sleeping giant
You have stirred a hornets nest
You have trod upon the sacred
When you tried to kill our best

For she will guide our thoughts from heaven
And we will answer to her call-
We will put an end to terror
We will live to see you fall.

There will be no honor
for the men who flew that day-
No glory for their leaders
who ran and hid away.

We will search the caves and find them
We will bring them to their due
She will guide our thoughts from heaven
As we cleanse the earth of you.

God himself is angry
at the evil you have done-
He sees in you no honor-
No glory you have won.

You tried to rule the world with hate
You have shed a child’s sweet blood
You have cowardly sealed your fate,
by crushing a rose- emerging from its bud.

God himself rules this world
He hears our cries of pain
He will avnge our daughter’s death
He assures she lives again.

For no man can take our daughter
No man can take our joy
No man will find his honor
As he plunders and destroys.

For she will guide our thoughts from heaven
Where she lives with God above
She will guide our thoughts from heaven
Until this earth is filled with love.

For love is where the honor lies
the power and glory too
It will drive away all evil
as it conquers you.

This was written in memory of Ann Nicole Nelson of Stanley, North Dakota by her mother Jenette Nelson. Ann worked on the 104th floor of the North Tower for Cantor FitzGerald as a Bond Broker. She was at her desk on 9/11/01. This work is lovingly dedicated to her beloved friends who searched without ceasing for days on end to find her after the towers went down and to her cherished co-workers who not only filled her life with joy, but also comforted and accompanied her as they transitioned to the other side together.