Stained

Blood.

Red.

No one is left behind.

Your hands are not pure.

All is guilty.

None can flee.

This world

changing little each minute

but great each day.

Can't keep up.

Can't keep focus

on what matters.

I cannot

save you

or anyone

or myself.

There is no shelter. 

My eyes, 

My children's eyes

will be stained.

Why must it happen?

A call?

A sign?

Who lets it happen?

But,

God forsees

God allows

So God must know.

So I submit to Him

to keep me close

to His way,

steadfast,

until my time

and our time

our reunion.

Then we will know

all will know

and all will be just.