Can you hear it now?
The beat of bleeding wings.
Crashing through the clouds,
A reckoning we bring to ears on the ground.
Can you feel the sounds?
The death of children slash the dirt.
Racking up the toll of death,
Till the tears dry from the women wept.
Can you taste the blood?
Replacing thoughts with thick imagery.
Hollowed shells of once proud people,
Digging in the sands for a chance to be equal.
Can you hear it now?
Unraveling the mysteries of histories long ago.
Changing pages of the ages with a murder of drones.
Don't have to care, as long as we condone.
This is what our children will know,
That we condemned innocents for a way of living.
When they wander the empty streets
Trying to find something packaged to eat.
This is what they will know.
As they march to the drums we've beaten to and fro.
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