Can Somebody Cry For Me?

I've had this image in my mind for days. I keep seeing this sweet little Iraqi girl sailing into heaven after being killed. This is what she is saying to me, and I don't know how to answer her.

I sail away into the sky

As I stare down below
My home destroyed and family dead
Now to heaven I go

But none will talk of how I died
No cameras are at the scene
No weeping eyes or mourning hearts
Why don’t they cry for me?

Because I'm in a far away land?
My skin is different, I guess
Is that why no one thinks of me
Does this make me any less?

Today I died – a stray bullet they said
My body resting by a tree
I’m just as precious, just as sweet
Why does no one cry for me?

-with liberty and justice for all?


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