Soldiers, with their weapons, kill us all. Here
rows of bodies lie, untouched, which seem clear,
that they were merciless, and yet, children,
live to tell the tale of this massacre.
The land, sacred before, now lay barren.
They call us, mediocre,
But in truth, they show less normality,
than us. As we are not afraid to show weakness.
How is this human? We kill each other,
and yet feel nothing for one another.
Damn this fools for they have slain souls of,
innocence. Will this be the end of love?
With this speared heart will justice be appealed?
I pray dear god, Will you save us?
