Tears that could create an ocean,
Blood spilled till all the sand turned purple,
Wounds unhealed in the body and soul,
Bones and eyes collapsing from starvation.
Children crying, trembling
At the banging of their fireworks –
Fireworks for fun, is that how they think?
Oh, to even glance at infants being martyrs.
Are these heartless creatures
We call humans!?
If they are – how could they?
To kill and laugh at!!
May they turn ashes
In their own hell,
And may the humane persist
The bloodstained hell.