These women, children, innocents lie dead,
The victims of an evil madman king
Who, faced with citizen unrest, rained dread
On brave and fearful alike. He did bring
From up above an awful death, and mock
All sane convention in a place gone mad.
A disbelieving world looks on in shock
Even as they look away. Once they had
An opportunity to change the fate
Of these undeserving casualties. But
Self interest, fear, politics, greed, and hate
Did visit on the land the deepest cut.
Is there humanity enough to say
That there will be no more turning away?