i stirred in my sleep
what could be that noise
it was like a cry of a dying man
slow long and deadly
it was a cry of despair
of a nation dying in pain
i knew it was calling to me
i heard it low moans
not of pleasure but of pain
like one been forced out of this life without will
like a virgin whose maiden head was savagely stolen
it tore at my heart
i sat up
knowing i couldn't sleep again
quietly i listened to know where it came from
i don't want to be too late to help
behold when i stood locating the
unruly moans what i saw drained the life out of me
alas! there in front of me was
blood!!!!
