Bitter about the short life
We are given on condition.
A life set to be taken away unexpectedly
Sad part is that it was written
In the book and proven.
Boast not, for you have left our hearts broken
Why do you take the innocent
And leave the cruel?
Why do you treat us like an asset
That you dispose of at your own will?
Value our lives like you value our souls
Boast not, about the lives you’ve taken
Why do you take away the warmth
And loving hearts from the little ones?
Leaving them with cold hearts
How do you think they will survive
Without their nurturers?
Leave us be
Let us live with no wariness of you