Child bodies lie dead in the street
Blood flows from mortal wounds
of heart and body

It matters not the color, the gender, the religion
Nor the country,
or city.
or town

It matters not the creed,
the cause,
the belief,
the greed
That propelled the bullets of any war to penetrate
These child bodies of anyone

What matters most are the tears of grief and heartbreak
Of a mother,
a father,
a brother,
a sister,
a family

Whose joychild was assassinated in a nanosecond
For no earthly reason
Never to giggle, to laugh, to run, and to play
Never to love and feel love again on this barren dirt patch of earth