With tears of blood and bodies cold

With tears of blood and bodies cold,
We watched you watch the night unfold,
With breaths entangled in a mesh,
Sat beneath your brother’s flesh.

We saw it under the murderous skies,
We watched you as you watched them die,
We saw your tears, we heard your cries,
Pleading, screaming, asking ‘Why?’,

Paving the way to distorted salvation,
Blind to justice, deaf to persuasion,
Rummaging through from nation to nation,
Is this the fate of God’s fine creation?

We heard you as your mothers’ wept,
As bodies of their children slept,
In boxes hard, in boxes cold,
Listening to the tale unfold.

A story of eighty seven lives,
Dreams of who did not survive,
Murdered under the murderous skies,

We heard their voices in disguise;

“Do not rest till the tale is told,
Do not dig a single hole,
Do not offer our final prayer,
We do not wish to be taken there.

Sit beneath our freezing flesh,
With breaths entangled in a mesh,
Turn your hearts into stone,
We are not forgotten, you are not alone.

Our brothers and sisters will surely come,
To show that we are truly one,
Until the day they do arrive,
Sit beneath our flesh and strive.

For in our blood runs sacrifice,
For that we surely paid the price,
But do not rest till the tale is told,
Do not dig a single hole,
Do not offer our final prayer,
We do not wish to be taken there.”