"We are the people who run this country. We are the deciders. And every single day, every single one of us needs to step outside and take some action to help stop this war."
The month of April.
The cherry blossoms are in
The trumpets of war are blasting their detestable songs of
April is National Poetry and Pecan month.
But every month has been war month since Bush and Dick lied us into the
The Decider has become one of the most stubborn leaders of all time.
He is no Caligula or Hitler, but he is no Gandhi or Churchill either.
Let us hope that April brings May showers and not more deadly hours.
I Shall Not Care
By Sara Teasdale
WHEN I am dead and over me bright April
Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
Though you should lean above me broken-hearted,
I shall not care.
I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful.
When rain bends down the bough;
And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted
Than you are now.