They took the town after a heavy bombing... In Syria or elsewhere...

The little dark boy
Lies in the street.
His guts hang out
And a toy train loose
On a string, forgotten.

His face is a mash
Of ooze and nothing,
A little celluloid fish
Children float in the tub
Glints on the curb.

Darkness covers the street.
Far off a light still casts its glow
On all tomorrow promises...
Peace - Ceasefire...

For the little black boy ?
Where are the ?