Someone elses rage

Everythings crashing, burning, falling.
Crackling and sparks, fire burns with rage.
Smash, drip, drip.
Blood flows from the crushed.
Splatters all around,
surrounding the innocent.
One looks up, to speak with fate.
"Oh why to be tortured, and why be harmed.
Nothing was done, but the innocent still fall."
Staring at the chunk of building,
several feet above.
Frown upon the face, and tears down their face.
Another innocent loss,
from someone elses rage.