HELP NEEDED

Looking into sky and seeing gathered cloud,

Expecting drops of rain,

Alas! it was blood that fell.

Yes! Wind has its own special tune,

But it was painful wails of people that was heard,

Tiny bodies of small children lay around dead,

Those not dead lay helplessly on the floor, crying,

As hunger stings them with its poison,

Series of prayer running in their innocent tender heart,

Either to see food or die.

Mothers watched their children cry or die,

Crying and hating themselves for not being able to help their children,

Seeing the dead bodies of her children,

What's left of her,her hopes and future are all gone?

With nothing reasonable to live for,she ends her life,

Adding to the death list and releasing herself from pain of this useless life,

Sojourning to land of no pains and sufferings.

What makes a man and gives him pride?

Isn't it his wife,children and his farm?

But farms,wife,children,all gone,

What's left of this once great man? NOTHING!!

What could be done?where would help come from?

Waiting for answers and help,but was disappointed.

It would be better to have no life than have one but face the sufferings and pains all alone.

Can somebody please tell this drops of blood to stop raining!?

My ears are aching because of the wails of different voices of different languages!

I need rain and cool and clean breeze,

And not these blood and wailings!

Can somebody please say peace be still!?

To these indirect killing of lovely families!

And also to these direct killings of people!

Innocent lives are being sent to early grave,

Hunger, sickness, bombs are ending people's lives,

Can somebody please help!!!