Young people at a music festival a nation’s grandchildren are never coming home as our bombs rain down on another side of the world.
Is it 45,000 deaths now? According to the UN most of the dead are women and children. Untold numbers are wounded and orphaned.
We weep for the mothers and all of the fathers for unspeakable losses. We hear the wailing of their permanent suffering.
This week, another school was bombed. This month, no food has arrived. Disease and mass starvation rage. Buildings and institutions are obliterated. and it feels as though all we can do is to join hands and weep.
Lori Cole
This article appears in The Battle Over Bear River.