The fire is burning,
the screams of the innocent are deadening;
while one sits at home feeling utterly depressed,
the other side of the world, is swimming in the sea of innocent blood.
Reasons are many, answers too few,
in this life it’s better some questions are best left askew.
Life goes on, moments don’t last for long,
but the questions one asks as the innocent bodies pile on:
“How long, God? How long?”