Ruminating

Even now as I write,
I find myself wracked with guild,
A sorry for which words cannot describe.

I find myself thinking on my friends,
Who so recently were brutalized,
For daring to call for an end to genocide.

I find myself thinking of those people,
Living in a land whose name is forbidden,
With their home torn asunder.

I think of those in the mins,
Indentured to interests not their own,
Who face the company gun yet still.

And I think to those in comfort,
Who walk in the hallowed halls of power.
Do they delight in the suffering they cause?