Roses bloomed in the sky; bodies tossed aside

No one hears the screams

One look to another, a mirror

Frozen in fear

Headlights at a deer

Blood, smoke, nothing is clear.

…

You say you know, know what?

Silent screams imprinted and stamped, the deafening ring, sharpening pierce

Bodies painted red, gripped by small hands

Of rivers we bled, not lily pads but dead bodies

Bodies used to build your palace, the place you sleep, the place you eat, the place you sit on your haughty throne. Crown of fingers, crown of bullets.

Hidden by sleek clean wear, you walk on stage with utter less fear

I condemn you for your performance!

The way your words dance, more less

You say you know, know what?

Save us? We fled for life, we fled to heaven, you force us to meet the grim reaper when you say you’ re doing what’s best.

You hold us alive yet dead inside.

…

Don’t say those words with such fake empathy, you bring only insult

You do what you want, you lie what you do, like wound and salt

Voice rang with war; our screams dwindled like ripples

Ripples unnoticeable if so, our voice too crippled?

Once we are gone

Realize what you have done.

Because in your eyes, innocent lives are more less than pawns.