Times when children are murdered, and children become murderers. Times when men stand on corners begging for money. When the wounded lie in the street. When hospitals are tombs, because these are times when hospitals are bombed. When food can't get through to the starving, and refugees can't gain refuge.
My opinions are useless. I light a candle for the innocents I cannot save, who march across the earth in a timeless stream. After weariness subsides, there will be time to lend my voice to support whichever cause rises momentarily above the rest.
For now, I have nothing to say.