Because

because... Who do we blame? Surely, we are guilt-free Our hands are clean, So in a conversation we strive to expound a reason A reason for the atrocities in the name of religion. They have found their messiah, We have found my generation's bones Strewn about in kaleidoscopic formations, For a world to admire the might of their bombs. Still we talk at our dinner tables, our coffee houses and over online media. Talking and doing nothing. Trying to understand why nothing is being done. We have swallowed our anger and learned logic A cold logic that informs the futility of any action. But know this, with every "because", there is one bullet penetrating into an innocent's flesh. Now tell me, are we entirely guilt-free?