I feel lost. Lost at sea.
What is happening to this world?
Where will the next attack be?
Children. Sweet children. Alone and in pain.
Fire. Nails. Bolts. Ripping things apart.
For what? What is there to gain?
Sometimes I wonder. But do I want to understand?
What goes on in their heads.
Why they have done what they have meticulously planned.
My children. My life. My day to day.
Everyone lives life differently but we are basically the same.
So why were these people targeted?
Who am I to say?
No man is an island.
No one better than the rest.
Each of us is valuable. Memorable.
Let us not put that concept to the test.
It doesn’t bear thinking about.
What might happen next.
I just hope we see peace on the other side.
So that my children never have to hide
From whoever they become. Wherever they end up. Whomever they love.
Peace. Tolerance. Understanding.
Respect for one another.
How to live as best we can
Mother. Father. Sister. Brother.
I weep today for those that have died.
So many tears I have cried.
And have pulled my children in extra close.
Because they are the future.
And they need to understand love and tolerance the most.
So let us stand together. One and all.
We won’t be beaten. Not ever.
We remain proud. Fight harder. Stand tall.
Value all that is right and good.
Than what we are together.
To those that have died, are injured and are still missing.