The raindrops sob and cry.
Crying, they pierce the muddy ground.
The children avoid the raindrops.
Crying, they roam around in the river.
Could the river forget that sound of crying?
Could it forget the sound of guns and cries?
Could it forget those tiny fists and small bare feet?
The wind sobs and cries.
Crying, it swirls above the river.
The children wander after the wind.
Crying, they wander in the falling rain.