Maybe...

Tears leaking through the corner of her eyes.. The woman with a dead child in her hands.. Looks up to the sky.. More tears.

A heave and a sigh..

"In another world.. maybe.. you would have lived on little Ben.."

Rage.. Anger.. Darkness.. A gut wrenching sob..

The harsh words and the harsher beatings return blocking away the sound around..

"In another world.. maybe.. just maybe I want to.. I want to be your husband.. "

The whiplash descends.. It stings.

Blackie.. Coal.. Lower than the dust.. How many times do I endure..??

"In another world.. maybe.. The black is beautiful?"

A shudder runs through his spine as the bullet leaves the muzzle.. Hits the aim.. And stops life.. Another shudder... "In another world.. maybe.. My hands won't kill people.."..

Two hungry eyes trace the path of the leftovers.. The thrown away food never reached the aching stomach... It landed in the bin.. The fetish of the 'rich'....

" In another world.. maybe.. I could have got that meal somehow.."

In another world.. maybe.. We would've been more peaceful..

More humane..

More empathetic..

More beautiful from the inside..

More considerate?

Just maybe?

If we tried, maybe..