When one learns of an atrocity committed past or present,
It is a feeling of such pain,

An ache within the soul.
If one believes in that sort of thing- a soul.

But one does not have to believe,
In anything of the kind,
To feel pain, to feel love for a complete stranger.

Separated by time and space,
It is through our own experiences and emotions,
We relate to others.

We imprint our own feelings,
On the experiences of others.

It is empathy, understanding, compassion,
That makes us human.

Let us not lose that, ever.