I'm not there
But I see

I'm not there
But I listen,

I'm not there
But I scream,

I'm not there
But I cry.

I wasn't here, but my eyes are still full
of the warm bodies
who passed away
those nights.

As tragedy befalls men
No one knows the why or when
It comes and goes as it wills
Carrying souls through valleys and hills

Some answers can never be known
Whether caused by sin and evil sown
Or by chance and trade winds blown
As chaos and fate collide then freely roam

What can be sure is tragedy’s hand
Steady and harsh with one demand
That respect is given to its power
For no one knows the time or hour

Some lose limb in lieu of life
But all is balanced on blade of knife
Which side it falls no one can say
The best of men only hope and pray

Some lose all and some the least
But loss is the nature of the beast
So who can say the why or when
As tragedy falls upon men

Losing you is not an event or occasion..
It continues, happens over and over again..  

I lose you when i see a bike like yours..
When comes the favourite tv show of yours...

I lose you when i see your childhood pics...
Your proud uniform and your p.o.p. clicks...

I feel like holding you and kissing you...
Loose you every night i start missing you...

I lose you when i cook your favourite food...
I loose you with my deserted motherhood...  

I lose you when i wake up in the mornings...
I still clean and arrange all your belongings...

I lose you when any brave heart is killed...                                                        ­                     When the void in  someone’s life not filled...  

I lose you when i find the pen.. your toy...
Will keep you alive in my writing O my brave boy...

-A young martyr’s mother’s voice

drop a mouse into a pool full of pyranhas and see what happens
build those section 80 houses in that hood, go ahead...do it.
The problem arises when not only one mouse is dropped, but a million at once, many of the mice will struggle and emerge victorious, possibly even favored by evolution or just blind luck.
Many Many more of the mice will be ripped apart by the pyranhas, never even getting a glimpse of life beyond that miserable pond.
The pyranhas will keep consuming.