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Alpha Robinson <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> This poem is dedicated to the parents, especially the mothers, relatives
> and friends of the victims of the massacre. I am aware that nothing can
> replace their beloved ones who are now gone, but as I search my mind for
> answers, these thoughts keep coming up and I thought I should write them
> down for you. If these demonstrations had taken place during my school
> days, I might have been one of the victims. So I have been thinking of
> how my family would have felt and how I would have liked them to feel.
> My heart goes out to you all.
>
> Cry not Mama
>
> Trying to make sense
> Out of the senseless
> Turning around in circles
> Sleepless and restless
> Trying to feel your pain
>
>
Alpha,
This is quite powerful! I fought in futility against a mist that formed in
one eye and followed into the other, both of which eventually became what I
tried to deny since yesterday that I would shed, tears.!
I'll save this one.
Regards.
Kabir.
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