Machinery of the state

The suffered 
Buried Into 
The earth
The cold dark earth 
Where the machinery of the state 
Did their “duty”
Not one breath was left 
Into the pits they fell 
Covering up their brothers 
Father, sons, daughters 
Mothers, uncles and aunts 
Into the brown mud earth 
Shop owners and carpenters 
Dressmaker and tailor alike 
The place between the trees 
Is the death place 
Of lives that wept 
Into final moments 
For the suffered
Headstones and 
Places of rest left 
In the cemetery of 
The souls