NO CONSIDERATION FOR HER

 
Where does this lady go which way must she turn

Her home behind once lived in now starts to burn

People of war have no consideration for her 

Not bothered if she's a pauper or entrepreneur 

One prized possession is all that she has left 

To take things from rubble is stealing and theft

That prized possession is clutched to her breast 

A victim of war for those who haven't guessed 

Looks left now and sees piles of stone and brick

Best not look at the bodies for fear of being sick

Hopes that some kind of miracle will occur 

People of war have no consideration for her