Psalm 8
a song of sorrow
a tragedy on the news
and it is real
the media gets the message across
this time
a dream of sorrow
after watching, learning of
the tragedies
dreams are real, too
the real development of feeling
so that in the day
we might better understand
there was no sense here
only death
this in two nights’ time of
illumination and subcutaneous
unearthing on what further
deeper
to think and feel
the tragedy is real
the deaths are real
everything is real but the motive
murder needs no motive
not for our knowing and certainly not
for our understanding
on the third day, there is nothing
more to know that will make it
less a millstone
for the living
still to bear
clcouch123 
November 16, 2015 at 7:46 am
Good poem. It shows a lot of feeling and the injustice of what happened in Paris. I like how you say, the deaths are real and what happened is real but that murder needs no motive. I think perhaps, that motive would require thought and planning and although we know some of that occurred there is a point where you ultimately make the choice to kill, whether by saying I’m going to do this, or turning off your mind and just going through the motions. Great poem!
November 16, 2015 at 4:53 pm
Thanks. As always, Thanks. Yeah, I think about motive because murder is a motive in and of itself though usually with something more–a deranged desire for money, power, or revenge. But in terrorist murder? I can’t see it. They cannot stop. They will lose by being destroyed. No one respects what they do. They will not win. You’re right about making the choice to kill. Either it’s somehow worked out in the mind (and that’s premeditation). Or, as you say, the mind is turned off (and that’s the terrorist propaganda they turn upon themselves). But those of us outside the crime don’t get it. Thank goodness.