Wide eyed innocence
Screaming
Tortured, maimed
Slaughtered
All the descriptions of Hell
Don't do it justice
Ripping my heart in two
Why..... How on earth
Cannot give it a place
Completely Inconceivable
Rationality irretrievable
Who are these beings
We call human
What beats inside their chests
As they do these things
Unspeakable
For me the only possibility
Impotent though it may be
Is to wrap them up - all those
Tortured and suffering
And glue them in my chest
In my heart - where all the
Love that I have is
The only place safe from the ugliness
And hold and hold and hold
So that they are not alone
in their suffering
At least that...
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