| Proper Perspective
Dear Terrorist, who bombed New
York, the world centres of trade
The very day that I with my daughter a visit
paid.
Forward to anyone who thinks that killings justified
And answer
my questions as to why my three year old died. I’m writing
you this letter so that you will understand
The agony you gave to me when
you attacked our land.
I know you think your actions just, against your enemy
But now my daughter’s in her grave, and she had just turned three. You
probably think that I’m greedy, so many died that day.
But you have never
seen my daughter run, and laugh, and play.
She was so lively, full of joy,
her eyes so big and blue.
So now I have to ask, “ What wrong did she
do you?” Please try to help me understand, to try and ease this ache.
Why did you have to kill her, was it all a big mistake?
She just turned three,
she thought all Man would love her naturally.
You must have made a mistake,
she was no one’s enemy! I’m sending you her picture, you can see
she was pretty.
It was taken on her birthday, did I say she just turned three?
Her coal black hair her mom had combed to frame her pretty face.
Oh why, oh
why, I’m asking you, did she die at that place? I dressed her in her
new blue gown to bury her body.
But it did not really fit her, she was burned
quite badly.
The doctors told me not to look, but I just had to see.
Now
all I see, awake, asleep, is my dead child of three. I know you think you
had to kill so that the world would hear
The truth as you believe it, but
you failed with me I fear.
All that I hear are my child’s screams, I
hear them day and night.
And I can’t see your truth, her dead body’s
always in sight. She just turned three; she used to say she knew she could
trust Dad
To always protect her, love her, even if she’d been bad.
She screamed my name, I heard her voice filled with such agony
But I could
not reach her, I failed my daughter completely. I’m asking you, I’m
pleading, as I weep beside her grave
What must I do so that some other daughter
I can save?
Those three year olds, those four, and five, those children living
free
Why do you have to kill them to protect your tyranny? My daughter,
so alive, now dead, why did you not kill me?
Why could you not leave her to
live, she loved innocently.
She did not hate, wanted no power, loved everyone
she knew.
Perhaps that is the answer, she was just too good for you. There
is nothing inside your heart but rage and hate and fear
So you dare not allow
innocent love to remain hear.
To prove your truth, you had to destroy innocent
purity.
You had to kill my loving daughter, who had just turned three.
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| Oh Mommy, Oh My Mommy Oh mommy, oh my
mommy, please do not leave me here
In daytime it is way too hot, at night
it is cold here.
But mommy either couldn’t or wouldn’t stop to listen
Although you could see the tears start on her cheeks to glisten. Oh
mommy, pretty mommy, why do you leave me here?
I’m going to be lonely,
and they won’t feed me, I fear.
But mommy didn’t seem to hear the
words as they were said.
She only stood with downcast eyes, and bowed her
graying head. But mother, oh my mother, I don’t want to be here.
At night you will not hold me close, and kiss away my fear.
The mother knelt
upon the grass, and reached out to her son.
Sleep peaceful here, my child,
she said, enjoy the warming sun. Oh mom, the child choked back some tears,
you’re really leaving me.
Alone amongst these strangers I know I’ll
be unhappy. You’re not alone, the mother cried, her voice and
heart were breaking.
For God is with you, and He will n’er you be forsaking. My
mom and dad, the child cried out, are you punishing me?
What have I done that
you would hurt me unmercifully?
Oh don’t think that, the parents wailed,
we are not mad at you.
Why look, we’ve chosen just the place to give
you a great view. See the grass, how lush and green, and hear the
birds, they’re singing.
Just look around, and you will see more parents
children bringing.
We’re not the only ones who leave their children here.
And we do truly understand that this place brings you fear. You only did
one small mistake, I guess that’s why you’re here.
You didn’t
listen when we told you ‘bout our greatest fear.
You were almost an adult,
thought you could our words ignore.
So that night you snuck out late, thru
our home’s back door. You went to a teen party, guess you had a real
good time.
Everyone there had lots to drink, and all were feeling fine.
We think that it was getting late, you started to worry.
You knew that if
we caught you out, we would be unhappy. So you accepted an offer to give
you a ride back.
E’en though you knew your friend was drunk, his judgement
therefore lack.
We’ll never know just what happened, but now you belong
here.
You didn’t listen, or you would not have to stay, my dear. Ah
father, I see you father, I’m sure you’ll answer me.
Why just the
other day you said that you were proud of me.
You said that I had almost reached
the age when I could do
The things I’d always wanted to, I can depend
on you. The father shuffled both his feet, and answered with a groan.
I know what you are feeling, child, it’s sad when you’re alone.
But just pause now, and realize, the wrong that you did do.
Just stop and
think, and try to see, your loving parents’ view. We have to leave
you here, but you forget that we hurt too.
We also have to live our days and
nights while missing you.
Each moment of our life while you are gone, our
hearts will ache.
Our tears will flow so often, and the pain our souls will
break. You have not just yourself condemned to being unhappy.
Your actions
have determined that we’ll live in misery.
Just rest here now, I know
it’s hard, but you will have to try.
We’ll join you up in heaven
above when it’s our turn to die. Oh mommy, oh my mommy, and my daddy
too.
I’m so afraid, ‘cause now I know I’ll nevermore see you. Oh
mommy…………oh my mommy. C: Pixie~Elf Productions
July
11, 2000 |
| Ask The Lonely Ask
the lonely if you will
How they their empty hours fill. How they can
live without feeling A love that should be everything. Ask
the heartsick what they do To overcome love they once knew. Ask the
broken spirits met How they a shared life can forget. Find
someone alone and plead To tell you how to quell your need For someone
special, one who cares And where to go for love repairs.
Ask the one who’s shedding tears How to overcome your fears. How
they learned to live alone When loved ones’ hearts have turned to stone.
Ask the lonely, ask away And listen well to what I say There
are no repairs, no answers When love once vital no more stirs. Ask
the lonely, that is me What I do when I feel lonely. I cry, I weep,
I feel my pain Then work on love to keep again. Ask me, I
will tell for you You cannot lose a love that’s true. The loneliness
that you now feel Is part of love that is too real. Each second
that ‘one’ is away You feel loneliness come to stay. But
ask, and I’ll say one more time If love is real, it will be fine.
Ask the lonely, those who ache Before you any actions take. The
love that’s causing you such pain Will return to you again.
© Pixie~Elf Productions |
