“later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
where does it hurt?
This is in light of the deaths in Baghdad, that just climbed to a horrific 281.
This is in light of the 3 suicide bombings in the Saudi cities of Qatif, Medina and Jeddah.
This is in light of the careless decision made by Blair to follow the US into Iraq in 2003, casting aside considerations of the human and moral costs in order to preserve the UK-US ‘special’ relationship.
This is in light of Charlie Hebdo, November 2015, 7/7, 2004 Madrid train bombings, 9/11, June 4th, and all of the heinous crimes and senseless killings perpetrated on humans by humans. Too many to count. Too many for anyone to hold in their memories without breaking down in despair and hopelessness.
I’m obligated to say that my thoughts are with the families and loved ones of the victims of these attacks. But these words mean nothing. They cannot bring back the dead. They cannot rewind time. They offer little, if any, comfort to the families and friends of the victims. They are empty echoes in a world filled with violence and hate.
I’m sorry we couldn’t do better. I’m sorry we are still fumbling around in the dark and stabbing at each other. I’m sorry we are such selfish, foolish creatures who can’t simply value and love one another.
I’m sorry I don’t have the words.
I’m sorry I couldn’t do more.
I’m sorry this is all too late.