Every day the papers scream out hate,
The numbers I can no longer debate.
Today it is France, yesterday it was Dhaka, a month ago it was Brussels,
My heart is wounded and in tussles..
I live miles away from the crime scene; the headlines speak back to me,
I know my soul is free,
Sometimes I wish I could scream and wish away the hate,
I cannot reason why there is so much of outrage.
I realize we need to love,
Maybe show more grace from above.
How do we fight people?
We as a society have created monsters of all sorts,
Today our own are killed and there is nothing else we can do except watch as a kind of last resort.
I see friends on social media sharing how they were lucky to be safe amidst an attack,
Everytime my mind says an unheard prayer,
There is a wave of hurt, pain and anger that engulfs me,
Pain is not easy to live with or get by,
Someday there may be no time to say a last goodbye.