This poem is about the floods that hit so many areas of Pakistan, and how it snatched so many lives away. I was trying to make the reader sympathize with these poor victims, and understand what a horrible state Pakistan is in. I actually saw a picture on the Internet of small babies lying on cement with mosquitoes crawling over their helpless bodies. One of the babies was sucking on an empty bottle. I think that this empty bottle symbolizes just how helpless and desperate the people are. A lot more attention is being given to the earthquake in Haiti and other disasters rather than the Pakistan floods. I don't understand how this makes sense since so many more people died from the floods than most anything else. I felt so heartbroken and angry after reading about all these things and seeing that picture, so I decided to vent my feelings out in a poem because I really love poetry.