How can people do the things they do to one another?
Why would someone sentient decide to calmly smother
any shred of empathy existing in their being
to perpetrate atrocities some lunacy is freeing,
extinguishing with prejudice the innocence conceived
before the crumbled towers left our consciousness bereaved?
I think about these troubled souls and find my conscience torn
between the need to see them dead, and to justly mourn
the heinous ruination of another human brother,
is that how people do the things they do to one another?
***I wrote the first half of this in April 2007 after some other horrible public massacre and have been inspired by recent events to revisit it, I was going to just bump it and add my revisions but decided to leave it there and repost as a new one. Who can say why someone would do what that murderer did in AZ but hopefully through Congresswoman Giffords and the other survivors this story will be about the courage and determination of the human spirit and not the insanity that started it all.***