Writers 
The cry of an innocent soul,
Echoes through the halls of time,
A heart-wrenching, mournful toll,
A plea for justice, left behind.
A child's voice, pure and clear,
A desperate scream, a mother's tear,
A life cut short, a future lost,
A cry for help, forever the cost.
Innocence, a fleeting dream,
Crushed by the weight of human scheme,
A soul so pure, so free, so bright,
Snuffed out, in the dark of night.
To the cry of an innocent, a haunting sound,
Reminder of humanity's falling ground,
A call to action, a call to rise,
To protect the vulnerable, to open our eyes.
Let the cry of an innocent be heard, loud and clear,
A call to justice, a call to fear,
For the tears of the innocent will not be in vain,
Their cry will echo until justice is served.
And somewhere beneath the silence of dawn,
A gentle memory carries their name,
Though their footsteps have faded from the earth,
Their presence still burns like an undying flame.
Let compassion awaken where hatred has grown,
Let every wounded heart find a place to be known,
For every innocent soul deserves a voice,
A world where kindness, not cruelty, is the choice.
