They were Mother's sons that gathered on that day-- some were even daughters that followed in their way. What did those mothers think, or feel or say as they looked on from their homes or jobs that day? Perhaps a few were proud to see the one they bore and loved march for their belief. Most probably had not been told that their child would be seen by the world marching in the streets. Others were more than horrified when they saw that man who had taken over the body of the precious baby boy they had given life and loved. We all watched in horror as those Mother's sons and daughters turned our hallowed halls of justice into combat zones of fear, And in those living rooms and offices their mothers shedΒ Β a tear for what had become of their sons and daughters. In our Anger and our horror we want to cry out to punish them , to make them pay for their crime and sin. In our deeper selves in sorrow, deep down within we say a prayer and shed a tear for their Mothers,