You'll reap what you sow

The sky is a new shade of war

The colour of meat rent raw

This conflict's innocents

In heaps of twitching limbs

Mouths stretched in silent screams

What becomes of their dreams?

Dulled eyes plead to the sky

Witnesses to this genocide



The men slaughtered

Before their families' horrified stares

The women dead and raped

Mouthing their futile prayers

But it's the children's eyes

That burn into my mind

And drag me sweating from nightmare



The land now a scape of sores

Blistered by countless wars 

Earth tears, oozing like pus

Congealing in civilisation's dust



As cold... 

As governments who deemed to piss

Our consciences lie rigormortised As cold... 

As the governments who deemed to piss

Upon the twitching corpse of human rights

Their grim refusal of all foresight