But heaven was heartless. Watching from a safe distance it did nothing to sooth these children, with their torn clothes and starving bodies. Big brown eyes were filled with tears. Filled with tears in vain. For what would they do? What could anyone do?
These tears could not stop a war that had been going on for ages. These tears could not make the guns go away or the fires burn out. These tears could not mend a broken country, a shattered people, and show these children what love is.
"CRY, THE BELOVED COUNTRY, FOR THE UNBORN CHILD THAT IS THE INHERITOR OF OUR FEAR."
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