How can the innocent die young while the corrupt live so long? How can a precious life be snuffed out without the blinking of an eye, the shedding of a tear? How can we turn our backs, pretending it doesn't happen...when it does? How can we ignore the silent crys, the silent pleas for life, for destiny? There is a generation that never had the chance to live. A generation who never even saw the light of day, the hope of morning. Why have we let them go? Why have we closed our eyes to this injustice?

Once upon a time the innocent had a hope

It hoped to see her soon,

It dreamed of what it must be like to play with her,