Never

I found this poem hiding between old pics of my cats. What was it doing there I have no idea, but I though I'll put it here. This poem is about 18-20 years old. It still holds truth to this day.

Never

           A look filled with anger
               A look filled with hatred
                    for the hand that pulled the trigger

The mother's cry
     The orphan's tear
          The widow, the widower, alone at night

           The killer smiles
                A duty accomplished
                     He'll never be human again

          A human, living
               to become animal
          Another, born
               to die too soon

A leader, a general
     a president, all cowards
People, like herds,
     following, no aim

           A war, to shred
               families apart
           A brother, to kill
                a brother once loved

                     They have no shame
                          for they have no pride.
                      A gun, a bomb
                          ruling, forever

                                A life, a treasure
                                     too cheaply ended
                                The price for a heart to stop?
                                           - less than a fiver
               
                                  - a bullet

On a television screen
                    a woman
                          shrieking
There, on the scene.
                    this woman
                         is dying
                              - live

           Bricks and stones,
               furniture, scattered on the street
           it is hard to believe
               someone lived here
                         - another
                                   still
                                       does

                     The head of a doll
                          a baby's chair
                               a father looking
                                    for his daughter's
                     corpse

           Mothers weeping
               Orphans screaming
                    Widows, widowers

All
   alone
      forever with their memories
   tearing,
      cutting
         sawing
           through
      their hearts.

          Will they someday,
                               somehow,
                                   forget
                                        forgive
                                 that hand
                                    that killed
                        a loved one?

Is it - ever - possible...
          they say it is
              - the leaders
              - the generals
              - the presidents
     ignorants

         but,
             Is it - ever - possible
                   to understand
                    to comprehend
                how
                   she - once a mother
                     he - once a father
                  they - once a family
                                    now
                                        lost
                                            unable
                                                    to understand
                                                              their loss
                                          feel?

      Is it - ever - possible
      to predict what will happen?

Is it - ever - possible
     to believe
          that peace
              might
                            simply be
                                       a
                                          dream?