History of Sorts

Poor innocent child

Your eyes have no hate.

And yet there are those who hate you.

Your smile has no fear

And yet there are those who fear you

Your tears are filled with feelings

And yet there are those who have no feelings for you.

Your face so beautiful and pure

And yet there are those who look upon it in disgust

Your life has so much meaning

And yet there are those who believe it has no meaning at all

Poor innocent child.

Except for the boy with the tears, all of these children were killed.