Maybe you don’t believe
But if you do, even a little
You recognize that grief is sacred
You don’t intrude on it
You don’t impose on it
You don’t use it
But while grief abounds
In every corner and shadow of this and every land
People seek to turn it to their various uses
Do we not recognize the essential tragedy of this life?
Do we really think that we can control the hallowed sadness of others for our own purposes?
Are we that haughty and that amoral?
Do we respond to harm done to others with sympathy?
Or with slogans?