How could they be so cruel?
To look at a woman or man or person and feel threatened by an existence—by an energy bound by walking earth, cloud, or sand.
How could they feel so suffocated by a being so intently attempting to live a peaceful life? Free of unprovoked violence and skepticism; aggression and unkindness so potent it mars the inner workings of scorned children for generations.
How could they be so blind?
To blatantly disregard their place in the predetermined hierarchy of evil intent and doing—of malice and murderous lust pure in its desire to ruin.
How could they be so aware but so ignorant of their own goings-on? Of their own part in destroying a place meant for love and compassion; a people meant for greatness, torn from their families and comforts.
How could they be so cruel?
