The Tears

Too cruel is this world:
makes friends with the notorious:
and nasty, I have been told.
"Save us , Save us, Save us";
screamed men in voice cold:
forgetting they were once so bold.

Humans were acting like beasts;
not caring even for the old.
Snatching the bread from child;
he gave a smile so wild.
The tears of the small child,
The droplets of helplessness,
Rushed down her little cheeks;
To die in the earth so cold.

"But not today",said a voice;
 driven by the tears of hope and,
 strengthened by the misery;
 sadness and the deep fears.
 The warrior was in the crowd;
 raging to bring justice.
 He was a small hint,
 a evidence of strength,
 Buried a midst the layers,
 of fear and the anger.