Saturday, January 20, 2007



Why is my son dead? From an insurgent’s bullet to his sweet head.

Why do I have to go on? Lying awake from dusk to dawn.Why does the pain never go away? Living with it everyday.

Why does the sun continue to shine? When darkness is only mine.

Why are we born just to die? Religion is the biggest lie.

Why, why, why?

Questions ever asked, answers never received.

Why do I feel so deceived?
By Cindy Sheehan, Gold Star Families for Peace

1 comment:

walter hood said...

cindy you are a real hero as was your son he would be as proud of you as you are of him may your fight come to the right out come very soon