When it is whispered a thousand people hear it. When it is shouted no one attends to its end. Betrayal comes and innocence is stamped out like a wild fire. No one bends to search the ashes for remains.
Children run in all directions making war hoots.
Dressed in someone else s clothes. Crashing hands in prayer. Holding their names open for meaning. He is slipped out of time. Its eyes do not see Him.