One of the Remembrance Roses left on the wall by the scholars.

Washington, November 5, 2007 – The U.S.-Libya Business Association today is holding its second annual conference on U.S.-Libya policy. Kara Weipz’s brother Rick Monetti was one of 270 victims who died when Libyan terrorists bombed Pan Am Flight 103 over Lockerbie, Scotland in 1988.

After watching the recent Lockerbie trial on the news I became intrigued. I researched it on the internet and it touched a nerve somewhere in me. I have never written poetry before but wanted to in this case. my college tutor wanted me to show others, so I am putting it here. bare in mind it is fictional, so my facts and numbers might be wrong:

When I was just a little boy,
Flying was my thing,
When I slept I dreamt of flying,
And flew all through my dreams.

When Dad said we were going abroad,
I didn't care where to,
I'd be flying on an aeroplane,
From here to Timbuktu.

It is years now since you are gone.
The image of your faces should be faded now, vanished;
but I turn my head and hear your laughter and your voices...
Why?
I haven't ever met you;
yet I feel like you are my brothers,
who have left for only a short time and will return soon,
with hugs and stories for their sister...
Touching your names, black ink on white paper,
should not make me cry.
It does.

Maybe because I think you would stand beside me,
to fight for all the things I find important:
justice, fairness, equality, non-violence,
for all those virtues you must have held dear.