The Boy, The Grey and The Red

I wrote this short story after seeing an article on the news of a Syrian boy in an ambulance. His hair seemed to be coated with blood and he sat silently, probably in shock as he waited for paramedics to help him. This story is meant to raise awareness of the wars that have been raging for years in Syria and other countries. Remind people of the humanity, or rather the lack of it, in war. When refugees are denied a place to flee they are forced to remain in the battleground they once called home and see everything they used to love so dearly destroyed, turned into a "casualty of war". To remind people that just because it isn't happening here, doesn't mean it isn't happening. We constantly see stories like this on the news, but then again, what do we do about it? Give likes on a picture to demonstrate... what?