Confronting the Truth

Rage washes over me in a blood-curdling tide
when I see the smug indifference on so many faces
to other people's pain, often caused by the owners
of those same smug faces. 

Laughing uproariously, celebrating their victory
over mothers of murdered sons, victims of rape,
disabled folks, the ill, the elderly, the poor,
children fleeing from their bombs and planes. 

Pressure rises in my chest, I long to scream--
for justice, for some kind of end to this hellish fiesta.

No, darling, this is not the way. 
All of the earth is beloved.
You are beloved. 
Fill with that adoration, release it
on every child of plant or animal or humankind.
This is the only way to end the war.