Blood! Blood! Blood!

The echo of gory scene
re-occuring in our neighborhood
flashing before the
eyes of little children
women and men

The state of insurgency
puts us in a chokehold

We cry for peace as we
sit beside and look the
next man or woman
grieve to pieces

Soaking the Land in red
stiffening our conscience
with fear of whom will
carry the cross of atonement
to appease the future.