Do you hear them fall?
Indiscriminate bringer of pain,
it’s up to us to break the chain.
Do you see them fall?
The rattling swirls through the smoke,
amongst the rubble children choke.
Do you smell them fall?
Hot flesh burns in a mother’s eyes,
the salty tears an orphan cries.
Do you feel them fall?
While others take the direct hit,
it’s in my heart the hurt will sit.
Where did it all go wrong?