I have never seen so many faces without seeing faces at all
I have never seen so many colors soaring in the dark
I have never heard so many cries shouting in the night
I have never heard so many screams as souls take to the sky
I can’t describe it because I never had seen or heard such things till now.
And yet I still try to make sense of it somehow.
I try to stand where footprints lead to graves
I try to picture all the starving babes
I have never dreamt such horror as one man did in a war
I have never dreamt such sadness could ever haunt one’s eyes
I have never tasted such blood as poured from their ripped brows
I have never tasted such anger as what boils in my heart right now
I can’t describe it still because nothing about it can make sense.
And yet I continue to try and understand.
I walk myself through similar situations
I walk through their stories and impersonations

I still can make no sense of it at all.
What sense can be made of pure evil?
The thought that is found in horrid plans
Is not thought that ought to grace the minds of any man
I have never felt the pain that they felt with each blow
I have never felt the tears that came from heartfelt sorrow
Yes, I may never know what they went through.
But I am stronger now because of them