Visual Sympathy

Nothing can't be caught within the tiny bars, Wind stuck chambers Bulges with the tiny wars. Scars without pain Scarce visit the town; Million channels work But none against the pain. Building blocks stood As a slanting towers; Bombing heard as thunders Ashes are mere powders. Stained bloods highlighted On the brightest sources, Sympathy shown widely Upon the mere noises. Pains of millions Stood powerless; Beaten out of blue The world is merciless. Tuning voices of the poor For the visual sympathy, The world is helpless To wake the sleeping humanity.