The day I heard about the kids

and where they were buried

was the day my world stood still.

 

Anger flowed through me

as I wanted to yell out

to the world

“What’s wrong with you!”

 

Sadness washed out the anger,

as I thought of those innocent faces

wiped away from the world.

 

No one knows who they are.

 

I wanted to cry.

To cry for them,

to cry for their parents

who never got to say goodbye.

 

Pure disappointment then came.

I was in awe

on how fast everyone

got over it.

 

I vowed to hold them in heart,

because no one else would.

I said to the air around me,

“Let’s not forgot what pains they went through.

those 215 children

who lost their light

at the end of their tunnel.”