I Can't Fathom It

I can't fathom it. Burning embers in a hospital tent Living flames waving arms Crying out woken from sleep. Air strikes from above Many killed wanting help, a sign of love. Wanting some privileged relief Some relaxation to survive the night. I can't fathom it. The pace of war, not the destruction anymore. The inhumanity What are tears for If not for heaps of burning ashes on the floor. A boy not yet twenty Who fought to live another day Snuffed out days before his birthday. I can't fathom it. Infants -dying waiting for adoption. Rockets -built instead of the milk of human kindness. It's all so tragic. In a year from now or a few years No none will remember. The sick and wounded burning in a hospital tent Least -of all, the bomb makers who never show any lament.