Massacre

A heartbeat of drums waver across the sky,
human minds like clockwork for a much deserved pleasure to cry,

Their hammering of footsteps shatter my slumber
as souls both young and old march a path of a long and hard December.

For a word most known by all,
but forgoten by those who've left just to fall.

What a world it would be,
if people werent slaughtered for 'Liberty'.