The sky is red tonight

The air is made of silence

The ground is stained with crimson love

Dripping thoughts of violence


The bodies lay across the floor

(Thirteen, to be exact)

Their eyes wide open in pure fear

Their wounds recall the act


Heads are hung in silent prayer

To send souls to the LORD

As they pray, they do not know

Their pleas will be ignored


The people each light ashen candles

In memory of this sight

A tear falls from a child's eye

The sky is red tonight