Little Girls

 
A life
That is no more.
A time,
cut too short.

Would the screams
of little girls,
Trapped in a forest,
be heard?

No justice,
for those lost.
A mother's cry,
sings of a broken heart.

Yet, they are those,
who laugh at their pain.
They, which are nobody,
with shit for brains.

Yet, it better
to breathe a last breath.
Than to suffer,
on an earth equivalent to hell.