How can you shave their heads
Take their clothes
And then march them to their death?

How can you point at a mentally-ill child
Who is being murdered, slowly, by starvation
And call them the abomination?

How can you encounter a mother
Who is desperately trying to protect her defenceless child
And level your gun to shoot her?

How can you see the corpses piled in a heap
About to be burned
And not feel remorse?

I look at you and wonder,
Where was your compassion?

How can we see the skeletal children
Begging and starving
And still waste food?

How can we look at the impressionable youth
in all their innocence
Before making them fight our battles for us?


How can we treat each other
With terrible cruelty
Knowing the effect it will have?

How can we see the animals and plants
In all their beauty
And still be destroying our planet?

I look at you and wonder,
Where was your compassion?

Then I look at us,
And wonder,
where is ours?