Resolution

Acute slashes of pain run through chest,
Lungs tighten with repressed air, refuse to release,
Eyes well up with salty drops,
The heart aches with the memory of those passed...

Why does the world feed on the agony of others?

A few who believe have the right
To rule over a world they think theirs.
They steal, kill, and torture the poor,
The weakling, and the innocent...

When will the rest of the world take a stand to demolish these exploits?

Take the hands of the innocent
Boys and girls whose tears
Pierce the hearts;
Save them all from the torment...

Save this world... Let us change!

© A Furious Child