"What is truth?"
Dust returns to dust,
bodies laid out on cold crying soil,
they say it's women and children,
the stench of stale blood permeates,
as some grieve others revel in their "cause",
programmed to see the other as enemy,
the molested minds mangled in a vicious cycle of self torture,
the fragments of humanity seeping away with every act of evil.
The greatest miracle is a changed heart,
How does one convince the deaf to hear?
History will say there are no winners, just death.