The flames take over.
The sky fills with haze.
A single, silent soldier,
Employed to watch the pain.
Armed with a camera,
Maybe a pen,
As if reporting,
Will erase what they did.

What do you want from those who can’t cry?
What can we give to save your life?

A weak wall falls
From a structure so sound.
A tear from a child’s eyes,
The world comes undone.
Where are the gods
That give people strength?
Where are the heroes
That save what remains?

What do you want from those who can’t cry?
What can we give to save your life?

Is this what happens
When we arm hate with guns?
We always destroy all,
And sometimes save none.

What do you want from those who can’t cry?
What can we give to save your life?

Is this what happens
When we arm hate with guns?
We always destroy all,
And sometimes save none.