I want to believe he’s dead because of September 11, 2001.
I want to believe he’s dead because of all the lost lives across the globe in ten years and beyond; those who fought and sacrificed for the belief that if he was to die, we might know peace and security again in our time.
I want to believe he’s dead because I want to know that “good” triumphs over “evil” and that the righteous live on happily.
I want to believe he’s dead because I want the western world to stop blaming far off figures of evil for our ills and issues.
Frankly, I just want the fucker dead so we can move on, carrying our dead and wounded with us as we go, whispering prayers and gratitude.
I want us to remember how quick we sent our men and women to battle when Iraq had weapons of mass destruction only to find none. This does not mean we should not have been there, but honestly, at the very least convince the people through truth that it is right to be there so there are no questions.
I want us to remember the cost we paid for a bearded man none of us could ever know actually existed; I want us to remember that we never saw the body, but took the word of an intelligence community that is built on lies and misdirection.
I want us to remember lest we find another enemy none of us can see but for the images provided by the C.I.A.
Remember the lost.
Remember those left behind.
Remember those who returned broken to be abandoned by the very same who sent them in the first place.
I will remember to question you and your convincing speeches.
I will ask you for proof; the kind I can smell, touch, and taste because you lie and the news which should be sweet is bitterly tainted by your history of deception.
What I really want is for all the citizens of God’s, Allah’s, Buddha’s, or whomever’s green goodness to look inquisitively upon this new day and remember. Remember that all which we know as truth, we make or have allowed others to make on our behalf.
My prayers and thoughts are with the soldiers and their families; may you feel the love we have for you and your many sacrifices.
And may this day bring you some sense of closure.
Thank you,
A grateful, and reserved while longing to believe,
David Lewry
I want to believe he’s dead because of all the lost lives across the globe in ten years and beyond; those who fought and sacrificed for the belief that if he was to die, we might know peace and security again in our time.
I want to believe he’s dead because I want to know that “good” triumphs over “evil” and that the righteous live on happily.
I want to believe he’s dead because I want the western world to stop blaming far off figures of evil for our ills and issues.
Frankly, I just want the fucker dead so we can move on, carrying our dead and wounded with us as we go, whispering prayers and gratitude.
I want us to remember how quick we sent our men and women to battle when Iraq had weapons of mass destruction only to find none. This does not mean we should not have been there, but honestly, at the very least convince the people through truth that it is right to be there so there are no questions.
I want us to remember the cost we paid for a bearded man none of us could ever know actually existed; I want us to remember that we never saw the body, but took the word of an intelligence community that is built on lies and misdirection.
I want us to remember lest we find another enemy none of us can see but for the images provided by the C.I.A.
Remember the lost.
Remember those left behind.
Remember those who returned broken to be abandoned by the very same who sent them in the first place.
I will remember to question you and your convincing speeches.
I will ask you for proof; the kind I can smell, touch, and taste because you lie and the news which should be sweet is bitterly tainted by your history of deception.
What I really want is for all the citizens of God’s, Allah’s, Buddha’s, or whomever’s green goodness to look inquisitively upon this new day and remember. Remember that all which we know as truth, we make or have allowed others to make on our behalf.
My prayers and thoughts are with the soldiers and their families; may you feel the love we have for you and your many sacrifices.
And may this day bring you some sense of closure.
Thank you,
A grateful, and reserved while longing to believe,
David Lewry