How can I speak?
How can my voice be heard
as I sit far away from that room
filled with bodies
blood
the smell of fear and gunpowder
still lingering in the air?

I sit-
childless-
and weep for the dead children.
I sit-
motherless-
and weep for the arms no longer holding their own.
I sit
and weep
for the brothers and sisters
fathers and mothers
friends and lovers
each one loved and filled with so much life
until ……..

How can I speak of such things?
How can my voice be heard?

How can I not?