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Ani DiFranco wrote a poem about September 11. Excerpt below:

so here's a toast to all the folks who live in palestine
and iraq, and el salvador
here's a toast to the folks living on the pine ridge reservation
with gi joe still coming back for more
here's a toast to all those nurses and doctors
who daily provide women with a choice
who stand down a threat the size of oklahoma city
just to listen to a young woman's voice
here's a toast to all the folks on death row right now
awaiting hot oil or guillotine
who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads
to find peace in the form of a dream

cuz take away our playstations and we are a third world nation
under the thumb of some blue blood royal son
who bought the oval office in that phony election
and i'll tell you what, while we're at it
let me state unequivocally
he is not president of me
he is not president of me