Tragedy

Indie swizz Green and white On top of hills A view unlike A tale of heaven, a place to repent Now is none but a grave of men, The song of winds turned to echoes of mist, The crown of hind, now blood missed Quite waters, a red fountain Land of joy now weeps with mothers' cries A bride, a child travelled to enjoy But the bullets pierced the house's spine Those who rose from side across Left precise, showed no remorse Pairs all broke, thrice all torn The one's who left can only mourn A woven day in a ruined past Shook the world, now and will A lesson learned To never forgive