When this tragedy occurred, I found that I could not follow the horror without going to my simple paint box which came on my computer and I drew a simple drawing of what I saw in my spirit and what my daughter was bringing in on her computer; she gets live broadcasts on her computer. But what I found interesting is that the people I visit for graphics went to their paintshops and designed graphics that showed what they were feeling, and the lady whose poem is below did the same thing. I guess people had to go somewhere during times like this.