Who are they? Why do they do it?

Usually I do not write posts about current affairs or world happenings. But sometimes it is hard to not get affected.
The Bangalore and Ahemdabad blasts have left me shaken.
My children talked to me about it.I had no answers to give them.
I painted a picture.They understood its meaning.I also wrote a poem.
I am sharing both with you.
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Who are they? And why do they do it?

The day’s newspaper lies beside me
Screaming, shrieking, yelling
Silently
A vortex of turbulent emotions
Wash over me in Giant waves
Like watching my mother getting raped
Helplessness, anger, grief
I cope in the only way I know
I paint
No figures here or pretty pictures
It is only blood
And the mindless, senseless ,guiltless killing
How does one portray a million tears?
How do you capture piercing anguish?
My Children watch me
Mummy ,she asks Why do terrorists kill?
For them it is fun, he replies.
Who are they? They ask
Are they Muslims?”
No, I answer
They are monsters.
Fiendish, Frantic and frenzied
Heartless, soul less monsters.
They are choking my country
And I feel helpless, powerless, Impotent
As I watch
Writing poetry and painting pictures.
My heart and my country continue bleeding.

© Preeti Shenoy