I watched as my father
Who never showed his feelings,
Became an angry man that day.

I watched as my sister,
Who always spoke her mind,
Refused to say a word.

I watched as a hardened gang member
Cried his tears,
Like a little boy.

I watched as the streets,
So noisy and loud,
Became silent and empty.

And then i heard myself
Begin to pray.
I felt the tears
Begin to fall.

But I never found the answer
To the question I asked that day.....

Why?


James M. Guzman