Bleeding men
Scattered on our motherland
In the depth of darkness
They were found in the farthest
Spotted pile by pile, hand in hand
Tripped by all these people
Not just out here but beyond the wall
Someone up there in command
But the taste is somehow bland
When they helped us with the care they thought
we would demand
We shouted here
We shouted there
It doesn't seem you really care
Could you be blind? could you be deaf?
Can't you see there's nothing left?
The blood is on your palm
Don't act like you are calm
For the fallen will rise up from the tomb
Inside a healthy woman's womb
Remember you'll never have them back under your thumb
By: Kat Calora
written in honor of the 44 fallen heroes
