• I hear shouts of rage,
    Screams of the broken,
    Cries of those taken.
    I hear the bullets fire
    And the silence of those gone

    I can't take it.

    But an explosion has taken me
    I am broken yet silent
    I lay on the ground
    See the dark figure of death before me
    Bullets fire past
    Hours have passed,
    Yet minutes away from death.

    Though death tries to weaken me,
    I get up
    Turn around
    And see the guns that face me