What is there to say to horror?
The heart of darkness hides my words
but I will dive deep in a sea of tears
to rip them from the mud.
As children march in hope for tomorrow,
a soul of hate sprays blood on the walls.
His thoughts have twisted so far away
that he believes it is his right
to steal lives, to smash families,
to shatter the quiet,
to construct a terror
too sharp to ever forget.
He does not have this right.
I hope one day, alone in his cell,
his thoughts will untwist until he can see
the suffering he’s unleashed.
I hope his remaining years will fill
with a torment of regret.
I hope someday, somehow we can
stop the violent cycle.
I hope, but I don’t know how to forgive
this magnitude of evil.