Dream-ish

With all the sobbing comes the blood,  people crying,  running away,  from these.   Baby on the ground face down crying to beat hell,  parents dying in the streets.
I hide my face,  but they still stay in my vision,  eyes opened or closed.
The survivors looking around at the destruction,  questions posed.   God,  why did you take them at all?   Why this way?  Why didn't those here to protect us save us from this day?
Then they all slowly fade away and the sounds begins to silence.  Leaving only a memory of what happens when the world is ruled by violence.