The streets a plague of putrid pain run rapid with thoughts insane
Booze stricken bronze of Saturday night where brawls barrel blindly
Children beaten bruised and mother’s morning, milk is dry
Come home safe child but no answer screams of silence shutter shy
For blind night made them die shots were fired, fought and failed
Heavy bodies that hit the streets with a sound of metal noise
Dust and rubble Stained with red and white vomit from those who stand
Blue in face, blank in name madness is a game but…
Don’t worry mother they were honored, propped and poised
Now here’s your child’s dying wish to lie beneath rock and brick.
Clouds of grey wait and prey upon you now wet as reign
As you watch curtain draw you also watch flowers fall
One marked grave with his name is all you claim