Murder we write...

as the walls came crumbling all over,
the young child lay lost within her home,
the only place she knew,
and yet it all seemed like a distant memory..
Silently she cries...
Where did they all go?
Why am I all alone?
Why you cruel mute world..

And here in silence, we watch...
Not a raised voice or a finger,
This cruel,  heartless world...
I'm sorry child., I'm one of it..


http://edition.cnn.com/2013/01/19/world/meast/syria-innocence-survives/index.html?hpt=hp_c1