How…do we stand back
and watch them suffer
arms over their heads
waiting for the bullets to fall
and pierce their skin
stained dark as the hardened ground
and draw out the blood
that will stain the earth
with rusted puddles
How…do we stand back
and watch them suffer
arms over their heads
waiting for the bullets to fall
and pierce their skin
stained dark as the hardened ground
and draw out the blood
that will stain the earth
with rusted puddles