By Tomas Bravo
The memory is still fresh. I close my eyes and I can feel the
tension. First the explosions… then the screams… then the silence.

The trickles of blood on the concrete make their way as small, red
rivers to form a puddle, quickly dried by the sun. The bodies lie there,
surrounded by police tape, waiting to be checked by forensic
technicians. The prying eyes of the neighbors are fixed on the laughing
police officers and the reporters who are speculating on the reasons for
the execution......
Mexico is enduring a very dark night. She needs our prayers.
Read the whole article ... look at the pictures ... feel the burden for our sister nation. We are linked.
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