Little one
A few years old
Arms bound, soul chained
Auctioned off and sold

A picture on the news
This girls been gone four days
Death is almost certain
The murderer escapes

A man with a cross
Settled proudly on his chest
Victimized for evil deeds
A rusted blade tugging against his flesh

Young girl
She walks alone
***** and beaten
On her way home

Poor child
Holes in his shoes
His stomach growls
It's nothing new

Tears mean nothing
If you turn a blind eye
Every minute we're silent
Someone else will die

We lost hope in humanity
Brought down by brutality
This worlds reached insanity
Our hate is our own fatality