Where do the tears of terror go
when there’s no one alive to hear them?
Who hears the sad screams
silenced by bullets and bombs?
So easy to stop the beating heart
at a command or by a button.
Who are these monsters deaf and blind
to anything but their hatred -
hatred that feeds on the corpses
of children, of women,
and of innocent men?
They have lost their humanity.
Religion has not cured this disease
but used to fan its flames.
Where do the unshed tears go
when the bombs come in the night?
No time for these tears
of wide-eyed fear,
or time to say ‘good-bye.’
The tears dry
on the child’s cold face.