The Stains

They are called stains because they aren't easily removable 

Blood stains 

In bare desert dust

In green grass 

In empty concrete shelters 

In underground tunnels 

Or on the beaches of beautiful sand 

They stain our hearts 

Every single one. 

Blood is blood is blood 

It looks the same for us all

Hate is hate is hate 

And it never brings us forward.  

Our hearts are filled with light

Praying for peace

We want to spread joy 

And protect the ones we love

Here we stand again 

With stains 

On the ground, on our clothes, and in our hearts 

Torn to pieces 

Hurting 

Blood still pumping in our veins

We won't turn off the light 

We won't look away from hope.