INSIDE MY HEAD
A crying mother on her haunches,
Her child being taken away.
And you watch it from a distance
Maintaining your silence
Or you might be mistaken.
This is the way, it always has been.
The screams never heard, not ever.
A child screams for his mother,
While we sit in our home
Praying with a hollow soul.
A city the blast took,
A lady the men raped.
Hollow brothers and mothers behind it left,
And we stare at the face
of the fierce darkness that waits ahead.