There is nothing I can do,
Within the falling rain.
And God’s silent refrain,
The thunder and the pain.

The murder of many,
Gunshots and wounds,
Assault rifles and weapons,
Another hostage screams out.

And the silence remains,
Brilliant men riddle,
Crack pots exhume,
Pretending prophets speak proud.

Loyalties abused, divisions entrenched,
Intimidation and insults launched about,
Dead bodies and lifelines,
This time around.

I have fallen, an act consumed,
Bewildered and selfish,
A one-day clock chimes loud,
I know nothing, I know nothing.