I stared at him

At the emptiness in his eyes

He was void of humanity

Blood dripped from the weapon in his hand

The blood of his victims running to mother earth

To be comforted, to seek answers

Why them? What was their crime?

He would kill for a religion

That was not his own

A religion foisted on him

He claims it is the only true religion

But I see no truth

In the lifeless bodies scattered on the streets

In the mothers who would go home to their kids no more

In the houses, burnt and brought to ruin

In the madness that has led him to this

But in his own eyes

In those empty eyes

He was Jostified.