What kind of men who cannot stop
Wholesale slaughter in the making;
Where little children cry shrill tears,
While their very world is shaking.

Where’s our compassion, empathy for others,
When guns replace the word;
Why jockey for position
In a race that’s so absurd.

With brother versus brother,
Tearing families apart;
A differing religion,
A rupture of the heart.

Does God not see this wanton murder;
Can one believe that He approves?
Are we so blinded by our anger,
That no just reason can disprove.

It’s not too late to stop the bloodshed,
Let all the warring sides unite,
To end this endless conflagration
And bring the peace so long denied.

– Robert Ippaso