What do we know as
the eternity rains downward?
how many people will
die in our ignorance?
tell us a
remembrance, something that is new
make it something
the youth of the world can share
for our lines are
being drawn in the sand
our vision is weaker
than we had hoped
but we can still
hear the bombs and the gunfire
and the innocents as
they sleep in their beds
But it is like this
in all places in the world
there is no place to
run to safety
until we hear the
message, the cries, the burning
what do we
understand after a plague of locusts
we have prepared to
offer up our first-born sons
a fair exchange for
our years of blindness
do we give this
anger to our opponents
or do we save it for
the next great battle
no more pretty
pictures, only our resolve
to keep ourselves
safe and listen for the message
something only the
quiet can hear
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