Swords as gravestones soon will be
All that the dead will see
when they walk by their resting place
and lament at those who have joined recently.
Swords will be the gravestones,
they will tell the story of all death
and no glory,
Useless bloodshed so grim and gory,
and all for what? A better story?
A life spent for another's twisted view of justice?
What will it take to stop?
When do we have enough?
I can hear the bones of them rattling in their little cages beneath,
We above are filled with grief,
But they are safe. Their cage is a haven.
It is we who are in danger of joining them,
of having empty spaces take our place.
And we will be ghosts,
and wisp of what once was,
with a sword at the head of our resting place and some people who remember us
saying rest in peace.
Why did it have to take death
for them to be at peace?
When did the grave become a safety
instead of something we dread?
How did it all come to this?
And when will it all come to an end?
So that we will not have to see friends come and go so violently,
or wonder nightly when it will be our turn.
So we don't have to learn
to be scared of everything,
so we don't have to teach our children
to fear the unknown.
The past is coming around full blown
and we are none the wiser for having been through it already.
What should have been a sure and steady future is crumbling
far beneath the cracks of the past,
we are not going to last
if this keeps happening.
It is not so much that I am afraid of death,
Although I could be in the right moment,
But I do not want to die a victim
of someone's hate crime, or the revenge that someone can feel in their bones.
I do not want a sword to be my gravestone,
Because while I know that
others will soon follow,
I do not want to die alone.
This is the song I sing now,
drenching in fear and sorrow
Afraid of what could come tomorrow.
Death is overrun with bodies to carry,
And with nothing to place at the head of their bed,
Instead of a cross, he places a sword instead.
A fitting symbol for the blood that is shed,
and a haunting reminder for those who are left.
SK
