What must it be like
To have had all the empathy
Squeezed out of you,
To be so sure
Of the rightness of your cause
That you don’t care who you hurt?
What must it be like
To have had all the doubt
Pushed out of you,
To be so convinced
Of the importance of your desire
That war makes sense?
What must it be like
To have had all the love
Burnt out of you,
To be so full of hate
For the objects of your fury
That you can bomb their children?
Blessed One-ness
It must be very sad and empty
To be so terrible.
We pray for help to remember that
So we do not
Lose our own empathy, doubt and love
As we work for their demise.
Easier said than done.
Amen
shkoyaḥ
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