Sometimes

Sometimes we choose to forget the horrors that surround us
sometimes I regret that I have forgotten the terrible events
that have happened within the span of my life,
that the evil men do can become so focused
that we forget that there was beauty there
before some tank came along crushing it
like a flower under the treads of hatred.
Sometimes we choose to stop looking back at the past
sometimes its too painful to do anything but nod in
the general direction of the destruction of the
innocent who did nothing to the aggressors
who will take it out on them instead of taking
the time to find those who actually provoked
them to take such extreme actions like a man
alone with a bomb wanting the world to share
his pain, his impotent anger, so he settles for
striking down anyone close enough to have
the misfortune to be on that city block that terrible day.
Sometimes the survivors can do little more than
shed a tear for the lost and almost forgotten
shed a fear for the children and loved ones
shed some care as if to say"Is it not enough that I cried"
Is it not enough that you lied when you told me
Time cures all wounds when in truth some wounds
won't heal as much as just scar over while we
hide them beneath layers of forgetfulness.