Only the West’s soul is more scarred than its landscape.
Do we still mourn the lost, do we treat the wounds, do we rub the scars with oil?
Do the children of the children lost still weep for the embraces that might have been?
Is the love lost lost to winners and losers alike?
Is there healing in the heart of humanity when tens of millions are cut down and their youth extinguished?
Many are the mysteries of human history.
Why are we so gifted in cruelty and destruction?
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa…