The one which has no name

I saw blood today

Blood of my father

Blood of my mother

Blood of my sister

Blood of my brother

Blood of someone who perhaps could have been my son, daughter or lover.

There was blood. 

A lot of it. 

Mangled limbs on the street,

Torn apart by hatred. 

Bodies lying,

Made dead by the want of more.

I saw blood today.

A lot of it.

And I can no longer think straight.

Pardon me, for I, like you, like them,

Only wanted a little peace.