The night the land of milk and honey ran red



They came by the millions
Traveling together, one large community
That community branched out
Over a vast land


They fit into this strange new place
Befriending the neighbors,
Continuing traditions,
Living in harmony


Decades later and an old man and woman from that community
Still live there, home
Still friends with the neighbors
And still practicing their traditions from thousands of years ago


Then shots rang out
The heartbreaking tinkle of shattered glass filled the night
Women screamed, babies cried
A one peaceful town, turned war zone


Pulled from their homes the community came
Bodies piled up and lined the streets
Crying for help
Their friends averted their eyes and turned their heads


Soldiers barked the twisted orders of One Man
People fled, looking for somewhere, anywhere that could be shelter
An old man's silent tears with a gun to his head,
Knowing it was the beginning of an end


The community was broken
So many killed and so many fled
Running away to the hills,
The bottoms of their feet stained red.