Let me speak aloud
I hope I’m allowed;
To voice out my voice
And be heard in your heads
Let me write this poem
Perhaps I’ll be right
And everything will turn out to be
Why kill women and children?
Kill the future just to feature in the headlines?
What will this world be like without a mother’s touch?
What will this world be without a child’s dream?
Have we no shame in ruining
The Lord’s Ten Commandments?
Have we no shame living in a horrible, horrifying world?
A place once a paradise