Heroes
By Al McCarthy
How are heroes made my friend,
who is there to say
Many were certainly born my friend,
on that dark September Day
Are they flesh and blood my friend,
just like you and me
or are they something else my friend,
impossible to be
Do they dress in blue my friend,
with hat and badge and gun
or do they carry Scott packs and hose,
and into fires run
Do they dress in white my friend,
and heal with bandages, splints and love
or are they not human beings at all,
but angels from above
How are heroes made my friend,
I really want to know
After their work is done my friend,
where is it they go
What was that you said my friend,
I'm not sure I understand
A hero is made out of courage and love,
sent to help his fellow man
But what if we need heroes again my friend,
will they come, if so from where
You say there is nothing at all to fear my friend,
For in America Heroes will always be there.
This poem is reprinted with the permission of Sgt. Al McCarthy, a 30 year veteran with the Allendale, N.J. Police department. It is dedicated to all those who lost their lives on 9/11.
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