To My Dear Sister in Fallujah
Press Action
Friday, November 12, 2004
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By Rosemarie Jackowski
My Dear Sister in Fallujah, as you hold your baby to your breast,
I pray that tonight your life will be blessed.
You have no water and no electricity
For bombs have carpeted your once beautiful city.
How does it feel to lie in your dark bed
And listen to the bombers that fly overhead?
Your anguish for your baby must be too much to bear
I just want you to know that some American Mothers care.
We protest and shout that there should be NO WAR
But our voices can’t be heard over the Pentagon’s roar.
Babies aren’t enemies, so why must they die?
A thousand million times I’ve asked myself, “Why?”
My cheeks are stained with red hot tears
But the bombs keep falling in spite of my fears.
So my Dear Sister, tonight, I’m overwhelmed with shame,
Because my country is playing this evil war game.
Rosemarie Jackowski is an advocacy journalist living in Vermont. She can be reached at dissent@sover.net.