Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you
That I might reach
Straight for your throat
This is madness
Will we not be satisfied
Until we sit drenched in each other's blood?
The shame of only two appalling options:
A taker of life, or a dead man
This is why the wives, the mothers, and children are mourning
Love, as vital to life
As blood to heart
Conquers pain
Lest death intrudes by means of its
Flawed emissary, man
On this day, saints will be sinners
There will be no victors, only bereaved
This is why we mourn
Leaving the world blind, eye after eye
Disease inhabits the environs
Famine feeds our gardens
Flesh is predisposed to die
Death needs no aide
We bear blood to where we rest
And still we are not sleepless
And we will live such tragedy in perpetuity
Her loved one is dead
His loved one is dead
My loved one is dead
Your loved one is dead
This is a tragedy