Who remembers us?
The pain we went through,
The torture inflicted upon our suffering souls?

The world heard the Jewish children cry,
The world heard the Americans cry.
The world ceased to hear us.

The world gave us no time to scream—
No time to beg for our lives—
No time to take a breath—
No time to say “I love you” for the last time.

Oh, brave new world!
Our sacrifices were made to make you joyous.
To improve upon your many faults,
To help those who faced the wrath of extremists—
Of racists.

Of people who believe that they know the secrets to the universe—
Who claim to explain why people die,
Why people are born,
Why people are so full of sin…

Tell me then.
Why did my child die?
Why did my fiancé,
My parents,
My family,
Die?

Were our sacrifices in vain?
Oh God, master of the universe,
Why must there be such sin plaguing this beautiful earth?
Why must we be forced to see and commit the most terrible of acts?

My parents,
My betrothed,
My unborn child,
Were their deaths for nothing?

Was my life,
That I worked so hard to improve—
So hard to keep mine—
Wasted for the selfish?

It has been 30 years,
30 years since the wave cascaded over my body.
The wave that destroyed my beautiful city,
It that was decimated with a blink of an eye—
The taking in of a breath.

The wave was only the catalyst of the many ripples of sorrow to forsake me.

My family,
My love,
My life,
All in the city.

They crumbled to ash before I could say goodbye.

At least I have my child!
The life that I carried within my swollen belly,
The child of whom I loved,
Of the man who promised me forever and gave me only three years.

Alas, the universe played with my heart—
My soul.
He was deceitful,
And cunning.
Cruel,
But never fair.

Because of you world,
I lost everything.
I witnessed my child die of a cancer so terrible.
The creature I put my blood and sweat into to create,
The person I vowed to always protect,
Taken away from me because of you.

Because of you,
I watched my home crumble.
Not from nature,
From your own creation.

Your creation.
The creation that which developed a mind—
Which developed ideas—
Which developed into a weapon—
Which developed into death.

If this is what it means to be human,
Then I go with great pride.
Pride by the fact that I am not forced to be this horrendous creature anymore…

A creature who kills his own—
Judges his own—
Limits his own—
Kills his own—
To prove a point.

How can I be so hateful to my peers?
Because I am angry.

Who heard us cry?
No one.
Because you chose to ignore us when we called.