Beautiful Child

I have written about the deaths of too many children.  I do not wish to write about the deaths of children in Pakistan.  I saw their pictures in the paper today.  They were so beautiful.  Of course they were beautiful, they were children.  Whose enemy could a five year old girl possibly be?  Who did the boy of six offend? What on earth did a nine year old represent other than a beautiful child?

There is nothing to say but to say nothing is impossible.  All these beautiful children.  Dead.