Dig the grave both wide and deep
For I am sick, and fain would sleep!

I was awake most of the night, listening to the Associated Press reports of the physical manifestation of our disgrace.

I cried.

I'm so tired this morning. Sick and tired and depressed.

Woe is me! by fraud and wrong -
Traitors false and tyrants strong

I'm ashamed of my country. I've been embarrassed to be an American in the past, but today I'm ashamed.

I will continue in my own battle against this horror. I will continue to send my emails and letters of protest to the people who "lead" this country. I will continue to speak out against my country's actions.

And, for the first time in years, I will pray. I'm not sure if anyone or thing will hear me, but, maybe, it will ease the pain.

Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.

O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
To be consoled as to console,
To be understood as to understand,
To be loved as to love;

For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
It is in dying that we are born to eternal life.