March 16, 2003
Tonight we teeter on the eve of destruction
Facing the abyss, following the lead of a madman.
How did we get here?
What are we going to tell our children tomorrow
When they ask why everyone is crying?
How do we explain that their father or brother
May never return home again?
How do we explain that somewhere
Little boys and girls are lying bleeding and cold
Because a bomb fell near their home and killed them instantly?
How do we explain the faces of those children who lived
Mangled beyond recognition as children who played like you did just yesterday?
How can we sleep at night with a clear conscience
Knowing the bombs are falling on cities much like our own?
How do we go about our business
As if nothing untoward is happening?
How do we live with ourselves?
I sit here weeping for what inhumane acts are about to happen
For what? Oil? Greed? To bring our way of life to a country that has its own history?
How do we explain this to our children?
I hope beyond hope that this madness will stop,
That sanity will again reign in the minds of our leaders.
I pray that someone will stop this before it starts.
I applaud the countries that stand strong against this war
For they are the countrys with memories of the last war and the last killings.
We live in hope, in prayer, and from moment to moment.
But will that be enough?
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