The day was sunny and bright and clean and full of promise for the future of all,
But the Fire, the Storm, the Earthquake, the War, the Terror suddenly brought the fall.
They are out there! Can’t you see?! They are Dead, Dieing and full of depthless Misery!
Why is your heart’s eyes blind?! I know they can see!
Wasn’t it you who watched the funny thing and laughed,
Or attended the affair with friends and family,
Or diligently paid attention to every detail at your work?
While hundreds or thousands or millions perished, and yet…
You left them all alone.
A soldier at the head of the column carries the Baby.
Perhaps it is the last of a Family.
But how would you know?
The World does not care for them anymore; it’s too inconvenient, you see…
Just go about your business and let them try to flee…
But how would it be…
If you were trapped under the rubble for days,
In the flood waters, clinging to a tree,
Racing away from the warring mobs?
Oh, then it would be different?
PAY ATTENTION TO ME!!, you would cry,
But all-in-all, would it not be the same?
And the World would deny…
That anything is happening there at all.
Some where, the Baby cries in the night…and…
No member of its Family comes to its side.
I am…so…very…very sorry, and I cry for you.
