I walk the streets painted by blood.
Where life has no meaning.
“Where is the change you promised?”  

I see mothers fall to tears as children are taken from them.

I watch as innocence is slaughtered by soulless beings.
Where the heart does not exist.
“What will keep this world going when the most precious gift is taken?”

I see fathers fighting to protect their own when no one else will.

I cry at the cruelty that is witnessed.
Where the world is tainted.
“When will it end?”

I see daughters scarred by the pain of others.

I hear children crying for it to stop.
Where the soul exists.
“Where have they gone?”

I see sons no longer responsive to the love they knew.

I feel the world in pain.
Where they return.
“Will it remain?”