But When the World?

He told her not to move, Though fear showed in her eyes She dare not disobey. So the lonely figure Stood and waited, While tears fell Time stretched, Her pitiful cries Grew louder, Until they carried To merciful ears, And melting hearts. And so they came, Rescuers, ready To lift her away From the madness Of men.... They saw A life barely lived, Trembling in confusion. Her two little cheeks Stained with tears. Yet still, she would not move. Soothing voices whispered, She listened. Loving hearts showed, She trusted. Strong arms reached out, She yielded. Her fears calmed. Her tears stopped. And then her heart stopped. She was only two. Her life blown apart And that of her deliverers. Not a child, Just a means To an end, To the hands of evil That detonated death. Now she is at peace. But, when the world? I read in our daily paper about how little children are used as decoys. When rescuers come to save them from possible dangers they may be facing because of the war They are unaware,the enemy are watching waiting to detonate a bomb where the child is standing. This upset me so much,I was moved to write about it..