flames engulf
a chaotic and screaming crowd
but HE never hears it.
he's turned the volume down.
the children crying in dark corners
their mothers now
nothing but smoldering ash
and bits of charred bone
but their cries are silent
because he's turned the volume down.
our cries of pain
our screams of agony
are muted and ignored
we nevver make a sound
because he's turned the volume down. |