in this holacaust nightmare
throught sickness and deprivation
comes love and hope
from the ashes of burn homes comes the rise of spirit
and the will to go on, as bullets tear away at the flesh
it joins with another body
and closes together in love
through tears that fall to the wire that pierces
sinew bone and flesh unravel beauty in the making.
like a constant feed for something bigger
greed eats off love compassion and missery
and in the darkness, there is always a light
throught the eyes of others, as they are silent in the night
through solitude and echoing whimpering
as they arrive at the doors
these bullet holes match the empy holes within so many souls
as a bitter dissapointment meets these people again
an underlying factor is hope is on demand
and the angels are not working today
and god has turned the other cheek.
Hell is alive and fury burns across the ice
with wings broken and men bruised.
as the small boys and girls begin to shake
suffer the little children in this overcasting nightmare
the boogy men are out to play and throught the dreams will take them away
as we look for the white and black and see only
such a grey day.