Looking back

Who is man to take another's soul in his hands?

It's sad
how ignorant most of us have become
of the value of life.

Even centsless violence has its price.

When you look into another human's eyes
do you see God looking back?
Or are you blind to the fact
of divine inspiration?

It breaks my heart to watch children die.
Mother's cry over bodies
that expired before they ripened,
trying to resound their immature silence with tears.

I write this hoping to somehow atone for the commissions of unreported crimes-

for myself, others, and anyone left, undercover.
I pray this finds it's way to any unmarked grave
that was dug deep enough to avoid detection.
May this light the way of smothered flames and unkept brothers.

Rest in peace,
though it eluded you in waking.