Pointless War, Senseless Deaths

Twelve out of sixteen killed were defenseless Nine were children, three were women To kill them while sleeping, it makes no sense But this tragedy is a really bad omen. A Pandora's box of seething hate now opened Damage control cannot cool down the rage The gap has now irrevocably widened The Dragon of terror is let out of the cage. As pointless as the sands that grace the place Flown by angry winds of lost directions Such is the war whose cause we cannot trace It is wiser to leave, lest Death take the options.