A poem...
Oklahoma City
Grieving for no one I know,
I awaken at 3 a.m.
Sobbing;
the air
laden
with the sadness of the multitudes.
Life, like childhood, sacred, to be cherished,
is in an instant crushed-deliberately.
The deaths linger in the air
like a pall
of black choking smoke
coast to coast
that all of us must breathe
collapsing the lungs of our soul
like thousands of pounds of concrete.
April 19, 1995
Twenty years ago today, the Oklahoma City bombing (anti-government "Waco-influenced" terrorist attack) of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building killed 168 people (including 19 babies and children from a day-care center within the building) and injured nearly 700...the blast also destroyed or damaged hundreds of buildings near the blast.
I often think about the attacks of terrorists, "national drones", "police", gang members, etc. on innocent people and the empty chairs they leave in our houses, schools, and hearts...
Will love and trust ever triumph over fear, paranoia, and hatred?
Will we refuse to tolerate imperialist violence, poverty, hunger, homelessness, racism, military solutions to diplomacy and live in respect of others in the true spirit of human brother/ sisterhood?
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