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You don’t care when our soldiers are killed.
You don’t care when our elderly are murdered.
You don’t care when our women are raped.
You don’t care when our men are brutally slaughtered.
You don’t care when our children are tortured.
You don’t care when our babies are executed.
I see faces I do not know
And my heart is breaking
I see names I do not know
And my soul aches
We pray harder and longer,
We feel sadder and more anxious.
We also love more fiercely
And our unity tightens
It could be me
Now
Next week
Next month
Many years from now
It could be my children
Now
Next week
Next month
Many years from now
Before that day we were whole
Rejoicing in life’s small pleasures
Oblivious to the shadows encroaching.
Killers came, prepared with the blackest of souls