How can I speak?
How can my voice be heard
as I sit far away from that room
filled with bodies
the smell of fear and gunpowder
still lingering in the air?
and weep for the dead children.
and weep for the arms no longer holding their own.
for the brothers and sisters
fathers and mothers
friends and lovers
each one loved and filled with so much life
How can I speak of such things?
How can my voice be heard?
How can I not?