We’re Not Alone, What Now?

When my world became a shatter vase
all around was nothing, but shards,
I asked in mournful tones of pain
why did this tragedy befall?

But there is no answer for the sadness
only my heart isn’t in solitude
around me are the other victims
the survivors who stand numb
wondering how we undo the misery?
How do we find some jewel to hold?

Now is the hour we weep,
yet we do it as a crowd,
someone passes the hemlock
it is an inspiration of grief
then we celebrate by singing a dirge
while waiting for some lighting
that can shine some solution
since we are all too shocked
to think beyond this sorrow.