Tonight I light a candle<BR>For all the souls that have been stolen<BR>For all of the familys whose grief <BR>Will be a lifetime of tears<BR>For all of the soldiers who may have to leave their familys<BR>And for the sinners who may not know their crimes<BR>Tonight we shall all say precious prayers <BR>Of hope and faith and peace<BR>To maybe help the healing<BR>Of this nation's pain and grief.<BR>For even if this world falls apart tomorrow<BR>The True Maker will be there to ease our endless sorrow.<BR>And so we have came together at last<BR>Helping, praying and loving more than ever~<P>I know this poem does not rhyme very neatly, but it is just something to maybe fill your hearts and hopefully you will see that I care deeply for you, even though we have never met. Peace and Love will prevail~ Goodnight<BR>

A little western girl who knows no wrong<BR>Sways to the music of a muslim song<BR>The beat makes her laugh and her toes tickle<BR>the floor<BR>Until daddy turns off the radio and slams the kitchen door<P>A group of young men flee their house one late night<BR>They steal into the corner store like warriors on some great plight<BR>For manhood, for their country, they claim to take all they can hold<BR>The poor muslim man shivering in fear, afraid he may not see his family grow old.<P>Terror is filled in the hearts of young men<BR>Armies tell children to hate all Americans.<BR>They know nothing better but to listen to lies<BR>With their heads wrapped in guns and cloths bound on their eyes<P>The tiny little Afghan children were convinced from an early time<BR>That we do not belong in God's Land and should be punished for all crimes<BR>We sin by living here, and are living in sin<BR>This is a war I fear no one will win.<P>Hate inspires darkness and fills our minds with blank fear<BR>No longer do we contemplate life, but only why we are here<BR>What is the purpose of living if terrorists can bomb our land?<BR>So many more people are dying, in the land of Afghanistan.<P>A life for a life, so it seems, they will pay<BR>And then will we have enough blood for a day?<BR>Will revenge feed the hungry bellies of this nation?<BR>Or will we turn back for more, until we destroy all of creation?<P>What will inspire us to love more than just their song<BR>Where a little girl sways and doesn't know of the wrong<BR>Her daddy screaming from the kitchen, her mommy soothing her tears<BR>Can a bomb bring back redemption and silence America's fears?<P>(I don't think so.)<BR>Carina<P><p>[This message has been edited by carina dream (edited September 24, 2001).]