When

I see the hate that sweeps across a mob's cruel face
Or hear an angry shout from someone scared.
When one man kills another's dreams.
Another's wife.
Another's child.
And knows the pain he's caused is justified.
The monkey grimace pasted on the lips of confused children weakened
by the lack of understanding strikes me down
And I weep.

I weep
torrents of pain,
buckets of anguish,
a deluge of "Why?" and "God?" and "Please!"

It's said that
Weeping makes the smiling sweeter.
I say it's a steep price to pay.