Why can’t we see
what our brother feels
when they come in crying
because of a bomb
ripping up their streets?
We have seen that bomb
as it flew out of the sky.
We know what it is like
when our home is destroyed
and peace is pulled from us.
So why can’t we see
what it is like for them,
who’s home is killed
like so many others.
Remember, Remember, Remember
the pain, the anger
the hopelessness, the fear
we felt the day in September
when we learned
we are not safe
behind our walls of ocean.
We can be just like them.
We need to feel
with them.
We need to see
they are us.