I closed my eyes
Trying to make them go away.
The pictures that flashed
Across the screen.
Men screaming in agony
Blood oozing from open wounds.
Children abandoned in corners
Taken from their mother’s arms.
I can’t make them fade
They sink into my mind.
Their pain leaves a bitter taste
In a place within I cannot define.
Scholars and students argue
About the reasons and philosophies
That may lie behind the actions of evil
But they are pointless, whom will they help?
I feel the fury burning
But what can I do?
In whom do I find the power
To turn this bitter taste, sweet?