I saw the pictures.
Shoes without children,
blood stained streets.
A world falling apart,
all in the name of God.
From some place, far away
they bury their dead, again, again and again.
I’m in deep sorrow, a bleak house
to see blood…..so random washed away.
Unknowing to the end.
Forget one, and then another.
We live with toy disasters
and lands that know lots of no news.
The earth soiled, once again
a touching without being touched.
A Wandering Poet 