Little Girls Die

Little girls die,

sparkle still in their eye,

a missile out of the sky,

no time even to cry,

precious little girls born,

now bodies ripped and torn,

never get to dream,

don’t hear Mama’s scream,

don’t make a sound,

their blood in the ground,

they just lie still,

as men exert their will,

little girls die,

 death stare in their eye,

and no one explains why.