Why

                                          Was it something that they said, they wore or waved or what
                                                                        they maybe thought they did ..
                                            Or the colour of their skin, or eyes, now largely hid behind
                                                                               those individual lids ..
                                 Not to mention that bloody awful shell-shocked gaze, now staring
                                                                   blind and vacant from behind
                                                those tailor made and inexpensive wooden frames,
                                                             forever gazing upward and with tears
                                  still streaming down each side toward that smoke streaked sky ..