fauxcroft

In the face of brutality and slaughter

Strong people continue to live,

Not because they want to

But because they have to if they wish to exist,

And they do so knowing their doom

In spite of their now dry tears they cry,

Living with the horrors they witness

Of massacred and slaughtered bodies,

That lay among the rubble around them

And I ask, where is the humanity and compassion,

Where is the end to this? Must we endure

Until there are none left to mourn.