We most attack what we least understand.
The spared grieve; they weren’t taken.
We hurt fast and heal slow.
The attacked lack safety’s soft salvific sack.
Rejection hatches psychopaths; shame catapults them into the horror.
A long, dark story precedes every assault on the innocent.
Deadly signs lurk in troubled minds.
Discern the lack; prevent attack.
Insecurity is the persistent attack that never comes.
Insane, we maul; in vain we crawl.
Talking prevents attacking.