A child’s tiny body is carried away,
An innocent victim of a bombing today;
Her laughter now silenced by the deafening blast,
And all look on have many questions to ask.
She did nothing to deserve such a horrible fate,
She was a victim of evil, a victim of hate;
And no one can fathom why she had to die –
God only knows, and in His arms she now lies.
©1996 J M McIntosh