A Moment of failure

The sand is red, as dark as blood,
The Slitter of the innocent never fades.
Killing and distorting will never end,
Why can’t we learn to live in this land, with out no blood share?
The cry of the innocent echo over the land,
Never will touch a human hand.
They feel the pain that burn inside,
Not getting a second chance to live outside.
There spirit wonder, over this sorrow earth,
Crying and seeing all the innocents’ death.
In a blink of an eye, when a gun is pointed to your head,
Not knowing if you will see the day comes to an end.
Pitch black, pitch dark, you see a flash back Of your percious life.
A moment of failure when the innocent is dead,
Their blood scatters across the land,
Making a painful sorrow sound as their moment comes to an end.