Painful sorrows

which dig within her, and I and us...

In savage reverence to just how much "fools" we are

to destroy what is good,

to intimidate what is meaningful;

to devastate one who comes just to save us and better our days,

while enlightening our shadowed lives.

Must we watch?

Must we relive this death?

It is to be what we must do,

and see,

and watch,

and hear, and feel...

as it comes around again

this...

this death of ourselves.