AN INHUMAN WARA Poem by Red RoseHow can we let them die and still call ourselves human?
A boy was discovered under the rubble of his home,
blood and dust masked his shock. His family not to be seen anymore. Do you know him? "Which one?" Two kids were hauled in, to identify a lifeless body. A teardrop slipped down their cheek as they recognized their once beautiful mother. But moved aside, the next orphan was dragged in. There was no time. A lone man weeped over his small house, he lost after the bombing. The tears weren't for his home, but for his dead wife stuck beneath the debris. The survivors felt no sympathy, they've had it worse. Just keep surviving, even with no hope. Or is there? You can be their light, even if its just a spark. They live in darkness, so you light their path. Why the hesitation? Religion and race. Of course, why else? But in the end, we are all human... ...Aren't we? https://youtu.be/piqR5EA2Z9A Please take a look at the above link... it's just one of the thousand videos out there. © 2016 Red RoseAuthor's Note
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