Cognitive Dissonance

Je suis Charlie, Manchester Strong
simple words creating unified power and strength.
The bleeding hearts and artists our true defence
against the twisted hate that manipulates fools
to ascribe a value to flames.

But no, not quite this time,
there is a cognitive dissonance
there is something wrong.

Not just the cathode distance
or a nations difference in culture and time.
Something in me is not the same.

There is nothing to get hold of,
no warped religous fervour to disdain.
I watched the city of lights film terror
with no nebulous them to blame.
And tears that burn much hotter
as no matter what I have learnt
through words or through war
I cannot understand

Words and arms are useless.
Artists can't fight the insane.