Boy Under cloud

About a murdered boy I saw on tv

Music plays behind this picture
Smiling at me through half inch glass.
His smile used to make one richer.
Then his empty body left in grass.

I don't know this child or his smile,
Nor do I know his foe.
I only know what I've learned while
Watching this depressing show.

Tears will fall, and so shall rain
To wash his enemy away.
But nothing will be able
To wash away his pain, left here on this day.

It has ended and he starts to fade,
Never to be seen again.
His picture smiles beneath the shade
Of his killers only friend.