Written In Blood

There’re thoughts that are ne'er spoken
and doors that are ne'er opened
Children that ne’er come out of the womb
Gravid women that ne’er live to nurse their wounds

The shred flesh of babies line the streets
cos of the war of their parents against peace
Yesterday is grey with sorrow
and mourn the unrepentant exuberance of Tomorrow

Soaked with blood is the land that grows our crops
Cowered into submission are voices of the strong
The newborns sing a song of pain
The free birds dread a sky in the form of a cage