Rain falls as fast as their tears.
But without the evidence ,
pointing to the red-handed criminal
no one seems to care...
My hate just  builds along with the sickening pit in my chest.
I know the inevitable  truth!  Don't They?
Can't they imagine the fear and feel the victims' pain when they can't sleep?
Do they not cry fiery tears of hate when those thoughts immerse!
Where is the justice for the lost ones-The ones still hoping to be rescued?
How could we let their hopes fall into the darkness.
Their problems do not concern me,
And yet my mind is full of theses wishes for strangers
But shouldn't all feel this way as well.
They were stolen  and now they are lost.