The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas

It was unbearable, watching the boy,
wearily wearing his stripes.
Furtive, frightened, despairing.
Watching him, his friend and his brief ray of hope,
extinguished in an instant by an incomprehensible evil.
It cut so deep.
It left such a mark.
Indelible. Insistently shocking.
Laid bare the obvious and timeless truth.
It’s the Children who really matter.
We owe them their childhood.
We owe them their innocence.
We owe them our protection.
Always.  No questions. No excuses.