I have no thoughts.
My mind reels with emotions.
Pushed back,
pushed down.
Roiling, boiling deep inside me.
I have no prayers.
Children prayed:
Innocent lips, innocent pleas.
Lost to the echo of gunfire.
Shot into oblivion.
My soul erupts.
I wonder. Don't you see
the fire of my anger,
the ash of my frustration,
the scars of my hot tears?