I didn’t want to look. I didn’t want to see. No one had prepared me; I couldn’t quite believe: The cruelty of man to man and beast to bloody beast. I don’t even understand, or see a way to peace.

I’ll bury my head in the sand. I’ll wash my soul in the sea
I will walk with my head in the clouds. I’ll pretend to be true to me.

I never reached to lend a hand or stopped to hear a plea. I never gave a second thought. I chose not to see.