You can’t kill words
No matter how much you hate them.
You can stop a beating heart
Emotionally devastate a family
Ruin every form of peace
This world requires
But you will never silence love.
You cannot carry a Qur’an
Spouting words of love and mercy
Then kill someone
Because it isn’t the way.
Your brutality is what fuels this
Your cruelty.
We may object with what he says
But we cannot silence him.
Avijit Roy, the blogger who was brutally murdered in Dhaka, Bangladesh. Photograph: Avijit Roy/Facebook
He was a love
A piece of heaven here on earth.
I wonder to myself
What he would have grown up to be?
Who would have been his wife?
How many children would he have had?
If only we didn’t make people flee their country
Due to our greed.
If only we cared for one another
Like we are supposed to
Regardless of our differences.
He was a love
Someone’s pride and joy.
We’ve lost him now
He is in paradise
As we are left to wonder
What his future would have been.
Sad when we live in a time
Where we can read about death
Or see it
And it doesn’t reach into our hearts
Our souls
Make us want better.
Sad when we can see a child dead
Not wonder how and why
We let this happen.
Where a man is killed
Because of the words he says.
If you must kill
If there is something inside of you
That you must take a life
To stop something
or to start something
Then you’ve not learned anything
About life.
Josephine Ranes 
Only people who truly have love in their soul speak as you have. ” Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven”. Peace be with you.
A number of well written notes to the world on love! Very well done Josie, I share your thoughts! ❤️
Thank you Henry.
So many things we cannot change – so much for which we are not responsible. The blame returns to the man for whom another man was to blame – a man whose bitterness spawned another argument; an argument engendered by yet another whose greed was his answer to the want of his own upbringing in another land and another time. Death happens. Sad as the picture of the child on the shore may be, we weep principally because it is a death laid before us. In a hospital in the heart of our world somewhere, at the same spontaneous moment, another child died. And another, and another. For those children, the blame may be easier to ascribe, the wrong easier to correct; yet we feel nothing for them, we take no action, because we do not see them. Such is the way the media manipulates us, influences our thinking, and pressures us into decisions which are so often tragically – and fatally – wrong.
Maybe that’s the problem, we don’t see things and so long as wet don’t see them, they don’t occur.
It isn’t true though, it does occur, whether we open our eyes to it or not.