I sit in the old stone church
trying to concentrate
light shines through the stained glass windows
casting weird shadows
My tired eyes fill with tears
as I stand up and look around
my whole body trembles
with angry sadness
Why do people have to die
why do people suffer so much
I sink to my knees
begging for answers
which will never come
The walls contain my screams
from the people outside
the stones themselves stay silent
they’ve heard it all before
I fall onto my face
my screams dying away
tears flow down my cheeks
flowing small rivers
John Westlake
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/030-in-the-old-stone-church/
