31 people

Quickly followed

By a number 32.

Dead.

Gone.

Snuffed out in a fleeting moment

People weeping

Mourning

Aching…

And I can’t help but wonder

If even half of them

Feel anything at all.

Hundreds upon hundreds

Quickly followed

By a hundred hundred more

Dead

Gone

Snuffed out in a thousand fleeting moments

Every day.

Darfur

Iran

Afghanistan

Korea

Iraq

Israel

Our own country,

OPEN YOUR EYES.

Have your prayer circles,

Candlelight vigils,

But not for 32.

Cry your tears,

Do not fear weeping,

But not because of 32.

Lie there and be helpless,

Wishing you could do something,

But not for 32.

Pray for thousands

Cry for thousands

Ache for thousands

Do not hate his face

But hate the hatred

That is tearing this world at the seams.