in fear and in thought
in death and dying
lies cold and hate
misery and crying.
the dark and pain
no dawn no sun
aching bones and sores
and no space to run.
rivers of blood
deep fast and thick
spoils of war
dying off so quick.
hate with passion
streets buried by death
smell of reckoning
with every single breath.
explosions deafen
even those that do not hear
torture and agony
as flesh begins to sear.
burning cloths to brighten
the darkest days come
all hope is now gone
lay down and be numb.
