Whilst a world mourns and shakes its enraged fists, children hover in corners weeping for fathers and mothers lost. Family days and nights permanently altered by societal rage as decades of hate spews forth in fire bursts of deadly expression. Finally, grief-stricken and hate weary men and women embrace with the shared tenderness of the ultimate separation: death. Death. A terrible thing to have in common. May love increase and outrun hate with the ferocity of a mother lion and the gentleness of a lamb. #PoetsForPeace Submit your poem here.