Oh I wish I had the words
the words the words the words
to make them see the anguish
destruction death terror
words words words like bullets
machine gunning across the page
leaving smoking holes in their
psyches great emotional holes
in the gray of their minds where
the terror anguish fear reside
but no no more words like bullets
I need words to flow like milk
from the breast of God’s Mother
words that will give life and
peaceful rest bring an end to
the gnawing hunger that eats at
an innocent soul until it turns
on its tormentors the innocent
souls who bleed in a desperate
attempt to stem the flow of
blood with more blood until
there is nothing left but the
milk from our Mothers’ breasts
mixed with the tears from their
eyes because bullets came
instead of words.