This was written for the Belsan Tragedy....
Mother Earth has completed
the cycle of the sun
Searing agony; blackened dreams
Freewill has been undone
Vivid memories tainted by blood
Megalomaniacs on the prowl,
charging through doorways
Altering course of lives
Masters of predation
Masters of the gun
Masters of deprivation
No need to pull a con
Guns, robes, identity (un) known
Hunted by all
Entrapped by none
Three day of terror
Families' oppignerate
If the sun should rise again
We'll never congregate
Just like Icarius
Who flew from Crete on wings
The sun indeed did rise
Alas! The sea beckoned as well
What was the purpose I wonder,
or am I an ignorant fool?
Multiple lives lost to plunder
Still I say, what was the use?