Another Midnight Massacre
All through wee hours of the morning
Laminga search their missing persons, mourning
The track that leads to Amurum forest
Are traces of blood stain northwest
They search until sunrise by the river bend,
Where headless bodies on the water meet an end.
The corpses littered, unidentifiable,
Vultures grunt, tension grows so palpable.
This was another midnight massacre
When men slept, this ambush occurs
Bukuru have breached the truce
So all hell now must be let loose.
We must return to war
The young ebullient youth swore
To avenge the innocent blood of their past
Their heart drumming so fast
It is war that has no end
For this we no longer pretend
A tale of hate, of who must claim the land,
Passed down by each generation's hand.
In fighting over what's their due,
Tens of thousands snuffed too.
As senseless conflicts and retaliation
Have become their everlasting damnation
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