After Sri Lanka

So many live
 in such desperation,
 they believe mass murder
 will solve their problems 
 or bring some satisfaction
 of revenge.

 How does our world even survive
 in the pressure cooker
 of billions’ ongoing destinies,
 coupled with so much 
 deep ignorance?
 But the sun
 is patient with us,
 returning every day
 so we may try
 to grope our way.

 Some live in seemingly 
 impregnable, opulent fortresses;
 some live silent, simple
 lives of Inspiration,
 and many
 perpetually cope.

 We go about
 meeting appointments,
 never knowing when 
 we, too, might be caught
 in some exploding building,

 and if we’re wise, 
 being ready
 even for that.