This poem was written by Thomas G. Coker, father of the twins
Jason and Eric Coker. The poem appeared
1989 in the first edition of a newsletter. published by the new founded
American Victims of Pan Am 103-committee.
To the Editor:
these the cries of anguish
My sons are dead
dead when i awake
dead when I fall asleep
dead during the day
dead at night
I see my sons flung from the heavens side by side
colored fluttering hail slamming into
soft Scottish pasture.
I can no longer look into the heavens.
I see my sons in body bags
bones shattered, skulls crushed, faces obliterated,
identifiable only by tattoos.
I see soft Scottish pasture pocked with holes
my sons' mark on the world.
I see fine young Scotsmen slogging through a grim
I see pecuniary pollution
I see my sons sacrified on an alter of evil
And you, Mr Reagan and Mr Shultz, may God let you
se what I see.
And you, Mr Plaskett and Mr Alpert, may God let you
see what I see.
And you, murderers of my sons, may God clense your
and forgive you.