I wonder what more the world will see
The best went by, the worst may be.
A child with toy cries out in plea
As war burns down his sheltering tree.

He asks his toy, innocently:
“What made the sky fall silently?”
He looks around, helplessly,
Then screams in pain, so desperately.

“Who brought the war to burn my tree?
Why does the world watch silently?
Who chained their hands from helping me?
If I could speak what I wished for me
To see the world live peacefully.”

But now I know the world I see
Was never really made for me.
It’s made for those who close their eyes
For those who scroll while someone dies.