Never ending...nonesense

And babies and children dug out from under bolders of concrete. ..dust

Where helpers killed in giving hands

And white helmets turn to red.....blood

You ask ...where is this

You ask..who is this

You stumble in your wish
You silently whisper why

Dying becomes easy
Dying a neverending story

Or killing .....to their history
Or mother's weeping eyes a mystery?Why?

Where flesh hanging from concrete. ..painted black.