The collateral damage

The cold aftermath lingers, A haunting question remains: Does it end here, or is this just the start? For the innocent, the helpless, and the pure of heart, Do they deserve the pain, or is it just their part? Their vulnerability, a curse or a test? Fate's cruel hand shapes them to fit the rest. Some navigate darkness, blinded by emotions, While others hold on to hope, and pure devotions. With hearts willing, souls open, and minds aware, They face the world's cruelty, with no escape to share. Do they get what they deserve, or are they just collateral damage? Discarded, forgotten, like they're not meant to be. The phrase "good people don't last" With a support from life cruelty, echoes, a painful refrain. What about the innocent? The helpless? Who will remain? Get two fellows in a dirty game or act, There comes up a suffering of the helpless..... the greatest shame. What ends it? Sorrow's heavy weight, Loopholes, regret, or an enduring ache that won't abate? Or perhaps it's the opposite: a life of bliss, Forever grateful, with memories that never miss