Many of them slaughtered,
Women, sons and daughters.
I try to stop their pain,
But I feel I try in vain.

No one seems to care,
It’s like there’s no God there.
There is no helping hand,
We need to take a stand.

Will they ever be set free?
Where’s justice for you and me?
There’s no need for us to die,
I can only wonder... ‘Why?’