Why must we seek to destroy each other?
Why not simply live in peace with our brother?
Why does hate consume our very soul?
Like a hot, smouldering fire, deeper than the blackest hole.
Why is there no love in every human heart?
How can we find it? Do we know where to start?
Why are we so callous and indifferent to suffering?
We hurl hateful words, never once are we stuttering.
Why make weapons that kill indiscriminately?
In the name of a group, or act, independently.
Why must we continue to be our own worst enemy?
As with great relish, stoke the flames of hostility.
Why will we never learn that we are all unique?
Why is the outlook for our future so damn bleak?
Why does one show such enmity for another?
Why can we not love? Too much of a bother?
Why can I find no hope for tomorrow?
WHY?! WHy?! Why? The echo is so hollow!
Shelby I. Courtland
The Boston Marathon bombing was a horrible tragedy! The above poem was written for the innocent victims, their family and friends. My heart goes out to each and every one of them! And also for those who did all they could to help! Words simply fail me in trying to figure out why or how any human being could do this to another!