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Watching the news

As the train trundles on

Such disheartening events

That are unfolding

In these recent days

I sit in my cabin

Troubled

As Harley chases a ball

He know not

What is going on

But blame him I don't

History

Has been marked

By centuries of bloodshed

That which

In my opinion

Were pointless efforts

What drives us

To such barbarity?

To commit sin?

To shatter our fragile peace?

They coveted power

They desired wealth

They wanted fame

Fame and glory

They even wanted

To be venerated

As gods

The list goes on

The door slid open

And the stranger came in

Footsteps as silent

As a wild cat

He looked at the TV

And smirked

"You have a lot of time,"

I tell him

Condescendingly

He gazed at me

And shrugged

"I take the time,"

He simply stated

Taking a seat opposite mine

Pouring a cup of tea

For himself

"I see the news worries you,"

He said softly

Smiling at Harley's antics

"Indeed it does,"

I reply with a heavy sigh

"And you?

You don't seem to be concerned"

"I've grown to live with them,"

He answered nonchalantly

Sipping at his drink

And then setting it down

On a coaster

Where did that come from?

"Really?"

I was surprised

The world is still his home

How can he not concern himself

With what we are doing

"Simple, really

I tell myself

'This is not my doing

I am not responsible for it'

And I let it slide

Easy as that"

"But aren't the people

Still responsible

For what their leaders

Are to decide?"

Says I

But he waved it off

"Nay, young one,"

Says he, eyes burning bright

"It's more complicated

We are all to be blamed

For not playing a role

In preventing all the bloodshed

The anarchy

The sorrow

The misery

The agony

The pain

It cannot go away

So fast"

"You contradict yourself,"

I tell him

Reminding him of his earlier remark

He nods, clearly remembering

"I do not judge myself

In the matters

That do not relate to me"

I raised an eyebrow

Quizzical

"You confuse me, stranger

I'll give you that"

He grinned

And raised his glass

"I try," he commented

Slyly

And drank down his tea

"But what's important

Is that Humanity

Does not linger

On its past failures

Merely, move on

And use those failures

As sharp reminders

That they have a long journey ahead

All that needs change

For all the good to return

Is a change in attitude"

"Attitude?

How so?"

I ask him

But he was already up

And was about to leave

"You're not leaving

Until you answer me, stranger"

He turned to look back

Smiling

"In time, young one

You'll understand

But-"

Here he raised

His index finger

And pointed it to me

"You have not

The difference maker

In you yet

So be patient"

He stepped out of the cabin

Closing the door

Leaving me perplexed

More than ever

I got up

Opened the door

And when I looked

There was no one

Not a soul

From the next cabin

One of the passengers

Came out

I went to him

"Excuse me, sir

Have you by chance

Seen a man

Dressed very smartly

Pass by the corridor"

The passenger gave me

A look

"I'm afraid not," he said

Before he trotted off

I sighed

Scratching my head

The difference maker?

Not yet in me?

What does that mean?

I return to the cabin

And I pen down

The words of the stranger

Wondering what he meant

Wondering what is

This difference maker

Wondering