The child lay still as her mother wept,
No more pain she whispers to her baby girl.
To witness such sorrow no hatred kept,
As she watches death's dark cloak unfurl.
All will die now as winter draws near,
With no one left to bury the dead.
People treated like cattle, always living in fear,
And it's all there in the paper you've just read.
And what are we doing, not a damn thing,
Why on Earth must these people die.
No more praises to God will they sing,
In a word! Ethnic Cleansing... that's why.
