All the death that surrounds us
The misery that confounds us
Our parents, siblings, loved ones and neighbour’s bodies litter the streets
And our hands our weak
Our hearts distracted with the next movie or song
I’m sorry
I’m sorry my little brother in Gaza
I’m sorry my friend in Missouri
I’m sorry oh dead ones
Apologies from a heart that cannot bear your burden
A back who has no weights to carry but sometimes
It wishes it could
I’m sorry
Forgive me