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The Execution of Timothy Mc Veigh

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The Execution of Timothy Mc Veigh





I have so many thoughts
                                                So many feelings
                                                 They want to spill out and
                                                                                            drip
                                                                                                  down 
                                                                                                           the
                                                                                                                 page

Tears well up as I watch the
                                              morning coverage of the
                                                  execution.

                                            Our President speaks:
                                                “We have carried out the severest sentence
                                                  for the greatest of crimes.”

                                             Some are rejoicing.  The monster is dead.
                                                The pungent aroma of hatred and bitterness
                                                 can be tasted.
                                                  I am overwhelmed by sorrow
                                                           I cry for all the little children who lost their 
lives.
                                                           I cry for all who lost loved ones.
                                                           I cry for a young man who lost his way.
                                                           I cry for his parents who lost a son.
                                                           I cry for myself- for the loss of my faith,
                                                             a simple faith in the traditional God.

So …where do we go from here?
                                           I guess it’s up to us.
                                           I hear a faint melody
                                              coming from the center of my soul.
                                           I can’t make it out, but
                                              It sounds like
                                                  Hope.

                                                                                                                   6/11/2001

















                                      

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  1. Date: 6/7/2010 10:10:00 AM
    I see the weekend brought a lot of inspiration to all PoetrySoup Poets. I enjoyed reading you poetry today Ruth. Love, Carol