And as the news filtered through
I find myself wanting a god.
Christian, Hindu, Buddhist, Voodoo,
Any horse with a credo shod.
To entreat for relief
To supplicate for peace.
To petition for a plethora
Of food, of medicine, of security.
And his manifestation is the sweet
Aroma in a car park stairwell.
And so, I turn away and hold my nose.

I find myself wishing for a devil.
Mephisto, Lucifer, Bogyman.
I command the dark shards of evil
To inflict on those who burden
The innocent with gunfire and bombs.
To inflict on those who deny
Aid trucks, doctors and truth.

Does my reason make me a clone
Of those I usher towards their doom?