Why do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a purple heart on them for mass slaughter of someone arbitrarily labeled “enemy?

How frail the human heart must be - a mirrored pool of thought.

How frail the human heart must be―a mirrored pool of thought.

I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.

The purple testament of bleeding war.

I looked on my stomach and saw Frieda Rebecca, white as flour with the cream that covers new babies, funny little dark squiggles of hair plastered over her head, with big, dark-blue eyes.