What did we do?
They cannot ask
because their words are choked off
by hands sworn to protect.
But their eyes ask,
their eyes cry.
What can we do?
In the face of pure vitriol
hatred foaming up from bitter souls
and clinging to their mouths,
their hands,
their hearts.
The hunger for blood never satisfied
The thirst for innocence never sated...
What will I do?
~~By Sarah Henthorn ...