There are few words to describe
The look of pain in a young child’s eyes
That look reflects atrocities they shouldn’t have seen
And recount loss of what before was serene
No amount of money could ever restore
What here in our land we say we abhor
There’s not enough dialogue or heated debate
To restore young minds or evil abate
News from distant lands so grim
What is the plight of foreign lands,
Have we failed them?
I’ve not seen the terror their eyes have seen
The blood, violent noises, the harrowing eyes
I’ve not held my breath waiting to die
But I cry
I hope for change
There are not enough words
About somebody else’s life
Because of the big me…me…me
What can truly change a heart?
What can we hope to start?
What seeds sprout peace?
What words evict blood lust?
What actions can annihilate a weapon’s demise?
I cry…I weep
Because I cannot conceive