Little boy in ambulance his brother dead
Covered in blood
Puts hand to head
It comes away red
As his innocence is bled
Doesn't understand the helping hand
Confused, bemused
Covered in dirt, badly hurt
Too shocked even to cry
He doesn't know why
Neither do I
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Thank you Kelly I churns my guts when I see images like the one here. It's always the innocent who suffer the most.