I fail to notice

the fire

and smoke

and destruction

on the earth

I fail to see

the demon

that had created this

mess

I only see

the evil smile

that doesn't reach

the eyes

I see

the fake pleasure

and only the hurt

it is giving

not to others

but itself

I see the messed up life

behind the lives it is messing up

I see the distress

and the wound

it has hidden behind revenge

I see

the hand

hoping that

someone would reach

over

and hold it

and I see

the brave

fighting for what they love

but I also see

that the fighters would never

reach out

and ask "are you okay?"

you can only be a lover

or a fighter in this world

I see

that the evil

need the love the most

that they care more than we do

that their lives

were harder than ours

that they are fighting

and destroying

and insulting

themselves

and not the world

they want the love

the compassion

that they have seen

everyone else

give to one another

they desire a hug and a handshake

they don't have one

who is willing to die

for them

they're fighting and destroying

and hurting and insulting

the world

but they really

are

just doing it

to themselves

no one will love them

no one will

because they are suffering

in a way

no one can forgive

they only need

one to help carry the weight on their shoulders

but no one will

and they care

and love

more than we ever can

but we don't know that

so they don't know it either

but I do

so I hold out my hand

and ask

"how are you?"