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: Please print 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 dead. 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, flesh macerated unrecognizable, unbearable identifiable only by tattoos. I see soft Scottish pasture pocked with holes emptiness my sons' mark on the world. I see fine young Scotsmen slogging through a grim harvest soulless bodies dead dreams. I see pecuniary pollution fouled suffering fouled consolation. I see my sons sacrified on an alter of evil without mercy without honor without dignity without apology. 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 souls and forgive you.

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