Amass a grave

A mass grave for 33
Dug by a man whose soul couldn’t be saved
By a conclave of priests
Besieged about by 27,000 angels.
From a distance we try finding
A new angle and reasoning from these news providers
Who often do little but divide us,
But on this issue they can’t.
You see, death preceded ignorance
Equals mass murder and that’s
Something we shouldn’t accept
So we tune in to our tubes like vegetation receiving nourishment from the ground,
And all we see is chaos surround a more chaotic mess
And still no reason.
No rationale for why a man would want to take so many lives and then his own,
A genuine situation where hindsight is really 20/400.
So we type in a few more dotcoms,
And still no understanding as to why except a Psalm,
That says: lean not.
So, instead we pray
And hope that our prayers our felt
Hundreds of miles away
Where the hysteria first began
And will reside for countless days.
No, we can’t touch you
But we grieve with you just the same.
We, too, turn our heads toward the sky.
Repeatedly asking why?
“Why, did this have to go this way?”
Why can’t we just amass a grave
for all of the hatred in this world
and bury it with the ignorance from which it is dispensed?
Of when that day will come,
I'm surely not convinced.