how can one
human lift their
hand to injure
another?
so frail & sweet is
life.
you have
killed my friend
& many
others.
you have
tried to
murder hope &
laughter.
this cannot
be.
hate can
never overwhelm
compassion.
this cannot
be.
lick the blood
off your stained
hands.
there is no
god that can
bless you as a
willing
murderer.
i can only
wish you
peace
& sweet dreams
where we can
meet & warmly
seek
to understand the
why of
hatefulness.
there we can
touch the hands of
those you've
killed,
smell the
sadness of cremation
dust
& see the
children of your
shattered enemy
grieving.
soon will your
own brothers
& sisters
be weeping
in a stinking
orgy of
military eyes & civilian
teeth
too terrible to
imagine.
perhaps this
will lighten your
heart with
humility
& let forgiveness
in
or perhaps
you'll just keep
screaming out loud in righteous
anger––
but no living
god will hear you
or ever
answer.