What happened? Do you
Know what happened?
While you lived, while you walked
Upon this earth?
When I was a child, innocently
For a time, I felt . . . like you felt
At one with everything,
Then I heard of things
Felt things, saw things
That disturbed me in my innocence
That stripped me of my innocence.
The cruelty of people
Toward one another, of people I trusted
Of people I deeply loved.
I did not understand the betrayal.
I do not even now understand it
Except to acknowledge it
To say that that is
How it is and was and may forever be.
They murder, they murder
No one is exempt. No one.
Why? Why do they murder so?
Ask them. You can’t embarrass them.
Well, maybe a little. Otherwise
What of their lies in stupefying profusion?
So Why? Because they think it’s worth it.
It’s worth it because they think it.
So they murder ‘them’ preemptively
Because ‘they’ hate ‘us,’ because ‘they’ would kill ‘us.’
Then, for safe measure, they themselves kill ‘us’ to persuade ‘us’
How ‘they’ would kill ‘us’ if ‘they’ ever did
Men, women, and children
In their millions. By the millions.
What is happening? Do you
Know what is happening?
While you live, while you walk
Upon this earth? Or will you already have forgotten?