I hear the sirens

I hear sirens outside my window.      
Every time I hear them pass the visions flash before me.      
Memories play like movies.      
On the screens of my eyes.      
I see them.      
Rag dolls hanging out of broken cars.    
I am drawn to tears.      
Watch their lives flash past me.  
I hear their calls for help.  
Oil spilling, time bombs ticking.   
I feel the flames hit my face.
The stench of gas fills the air.     
The little girl keeps crying.    
Never stops crying in my head.  
I see you.      
Rightly placed behind blood stained bars.      
Should I feel guilt in enjoying this scene?      
I hear the sirens, calling.    
Wondering if you started it again.      
I hear the sirens outside my window.      
And I think of what evil you caused.