In Troubled Times

Red-d colour of my thoughts 2day
Red-d colour of d once lush green fields,
Red-d colour of d world at large
Which Someone had once painted blue or green.
Is dis blood which stains d streets,
Or,-is dis fire dat burns d greens?
My vision feels blurred-I really dont know
Wat 2 believe;for wat I see
Is something I don't even dare
2 try & understand,or 2 know & feel
The emotions,which arise in my heart
At d sight of such unfathomable scenes.
2 ask d reason behind such acts
Is not my intention,4 we know
Excuses r there 4 every unwanted deed.
But I do ask wat hav we achieved
Beyond a shattering of mental peace?
Losing luv,sowing d bitter seeds of hatred
Amongst hearts,which someday might hav beat as one.
Tragedy,say some;Terrorism/Fundamentalism cry d rest;
Processions come and go,demanding arrest
Trial,punishment,strikes-wat not;but none
Care 2 delve deep.Real deep,
Into d minds,or d lives of d affected few
Offenders or victims,it matters not who
4 2 understand any one,u hav 2 know d rest.
But I feel scared 2 seek so deep-4 I fear dat very knowledge which I seek
I would rather wake up at d dead of night
Drenched,panicked 4m d weight of my horrendous dreams;
And then...
Take some water,go back 2 sleep,
Believing(not really)dat all was well.