Today as I scrolled through my feed.
I saw a child's mutilated body,
Laid bare for all to see.
A bomb it had been,
If I trust the caption at least,
That had destroyed this child,
Their dreams, their hopes, their love, their life.
The agony was too much for poor 
little me to bear.
I am only seventeen, you see,
ignoring that the child on the screen
Looked no day over three.
I wanted to tear my eyes out of their sockets,
But settled on closing the app,
Turning the screen black.

Somewhere across the globe,
Another person,
Only seventeen,
Watched the same scene unfold.
Wanting to tear their eyes out of their sockets,
For there their sibling laid.
Not having the privilege to close the app,
To erase reality,
They settled instead
on scratching their eyes to red.