A death in the dungeon,
And all goes silent.
On the floor lies the bludgeon,
And the air smells violent.
A vicious mauling
Of the victims' son;
A child crawling
For his daddy's gun.
A bright young man
Sentenced to death.
Killing's in demand.
Will this be our final breath?
And the world weeps,
For humanity is gone.
Through the ground the tears seep,
And through the forest runs a fawn.
The last thing we thought of
Was loving each other.
Would it have changed
If we all were treated like brothers?
