He shook his head. "There's no justice."
Death sighed. "No," he said, "There's just me."
~ Mort, a conversation with Death - Terry Pratchett
And as the dead lay swathed in white there in the open for all to see. The leader of these dead sought shelter with his family on a Russian warship moored off the port of Tartous.
The desire for safety, self and family knows not bounds of prince or pauper. For some the achievement of this desire is ever unattainable.
Will the world community demand that justice must prevail and bring the brutal beings to trial for these horrendous deeds - these crimes of war?
Or will less sane minds prevail and dish out even more hurt on the innocent in the move forward in retaliation?
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