Where's the hope?

I show you the Pulitzer Photo
A dying child and a waiting vulture
A man behind the lens of the image
He died, as they did too, two unnaturally.
When you won't eat your dinner- I
remind you of that little child
bent of hunger, aged by strife
But your bit of leftover
get to another bent child before another vulture?
How? You ask- and I'm a thesaurus of 'Not knowing!'

I cry about a child killed on a picnic
I watch his dad look for a new bag,
Find it and destroy himself in grief
And I look at you and cannot be glad
that you are here and I am me
We watch them die because of luck of birth
I have you and live now by chance
God might be a palatable reason
But I have none, and so you don't
Why? You ask- and I tell you 'Not Always!'

Execution in daylight
Armed girl demanding justice, and not
vengeance and I don't know why not!
What other justice can there be
A life for all those lives, is against
law of the jungle that is human
One predator decides how the prey looks
Even when they are all the same
Cannibals win when nature makes no rules
Where is the hope?, You ask!

I'll tell you when I know
Hopefully before it happens to us!