1:51 a.m., it's a dark and dim moment.
Nobody can fall asleep.
Listening to the night winds blowing.
Death and the sounds of a child's weep.

Calm is the recipe for the moment
yet it's hard for most to achieve.
No mother, father, sister or brother.
Sadly they all had to painfully leave.

Sadness clearly seizes these moments
to remind us the ways of mankind.
Riches surround leaders of the world,
yet our lives aren't worth a dime.

Sit and weep silently in the moment.
Faces covered with pain and despair.
Broken hearts can't scream out loudly,
Nobody listens, nobody to really care.

What do we do in such dire moments
as the reaper knocks at the door.
Do we stand and fight for our lives
or sit quietly in a corner on the floor.