... won't break my bones. But the human condition just might. Its too bloody (and I plagiarised just now and I'm not sorry).
Ok this so trite. But really, we could use the maker in Swat and Sri Lanka right about now. The last photo of the suddenly abandoned child I saw looked like my little Rhea. And yes I am writing this in my air conditioned room within the four walls of my comfortable home right now. Save us I'm thinking ... why this? why this? Give us only so much misery that will not rip our hearts right out. Please God a prayer. You let us exist in such ignorance - don't compound that with this meaningless massacre of tiny lives that we are only equipped to be spectators to. I want to erase all wounds, be a universal mother, give food, make a somewhat perfect world. But.
Please please, end the strife. Save us.