Your tears which roll
Down a dust covered face
With blood at your hairline
Your child to forsake.
Held in your arms
The remnant of life
A daughter aged three
Dead also your wife.
What can words say
Or politics demand
Shattered bodies abound
Laying dead in the sand.
Untouched by the horror
Or those deep in pain
On blood covered floors
The madness remains.
Over and over
Again and again
The places may change
The people the same.
To all those in power
Whose decisions decree
That people must die
Its politics you see.