Sometimes you just cannot write, you just keep silent... A child with a beautiful heart tells you everything with a single glance of his. You look into his eyes and keep silent together holding hands. Hands that you have not met before would hold your hands and you become the warmest and greatest conscience. "Keeping silent" is to resist. Then, a silent scream rises from your silence.
And you, those who slaughtered our beautiful hearted children, cannot escape from this scream. They would choke you with the last breathe of theirs, breathe of which you thought as "finished". You would be ashamed of your humanity.