Shed a tear,
For whose bodies have been blanketed,
And for those whose eyes are blinded by a veil of hate.

Shed a tear,
For a mother who sits in a candle it room,
Staring at a photo of her son, MIA.

Shed a tear,
For that father whose son's blood was spilt
On a land far away from home, some price to pay for freedom.

Shed a tear,
For a man writing to his wife that the worst is over,
But the letter will never get there, suicide bomber determined his destiny.

Shed a tear,
For the broken limbs, maimed bodies and the dead brought home
Amidst the beatings of drums

Shed a tea,
For a child who looks in her mom’s eyes and askes
“When is Dad coming home?”

Shed a tear,
For the unspoken kind words never spoken to a loved one
A flag now drapes his casket to honor another soul lost

In the midst of chaos and a war -stricken world
I will be that voice of restoration, behind every imagination
Crying out “enough”

Shed a tear….

CG
Copyright © June 2004

 
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