All Mothers Cry
Cyberspace was full of visitors
the TV droned through the room.
The sun streamed in the windows
the day was full of doom.
From the corner of my eye
and the surface of my mind
Sci-fi showed action scenes
of the catastrophic kind.
Reporters shrieked a breaking story
the picture screen showed flames
my mind saw Cong or Mighty Joe
swatting down two planes.
Fearful voices filled my home
cyberspace stood still
the dogs of war had set their sites
twin towers marked their kills.
Over 20 million have died
all mothers, daughters, fathers, sons;
American interventions
causing everyone.
All were collateral damage
so the story goes
and the military minds
still orchestrate the show.
The chickens came home to roost
on that fateful fall day
our mothers, daughters, fathers, sons
with precious life did pay.
If only, if only, ALL would realize;
DEATH HAS NO BORDERS
ALL MOTHERS CRY………….
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