A primeira notícia que eu li hoje de manhã enquanto tomava o meu café foi sobre o assassinato de Benazir Bhutto. Uma perda terrível para o Paquistão, o mundo islâmico e o mundo.
As I was driving home from a poetry reading
Someone was wrapping a bomb around his body
Life and death crossing the invisible veils of time zones
Did he say a prayer before? Did he think of a loved one?
As I slept in my peaceful cocoon
Someone on the other side of the world
Shot and killed Benazir Bhutto,
A brilliant and outspoken woman
Beautiful in her colorful veil
I woke up to the horrible news of her death
And read the details in disbelief
Many others died in the explosion that followed
How can someone believe the way to heaven is through hell?
A profound sadness filled my morning
So many innocent lives
So much blood shed
I am sad for
A country I only know from the news
As I write these words
People are setting cars on fire
Others wailing in despair
I am sad for humanityHave mercy on us all
Rest in peace Benazir. May your children and your family find the strenght they need.