"When the sun turned gray all we had to say was right here in are gaze."
Bullets ripping away at my lovely city, what has happened to this once strong nation?
The gas has swept through the smiles and blind folded the leaders of the old crowd.
The swords gut the souls of the crying peasants, ants being burnt by the sun.
Others being tormented for the sake of twisted fun.
I watched my hope disappear as my soul cracked apart when they dragged my family away.
My cries fed their cheers a clear sign of what was near.
The town set to flames, the ashes like cremation and decay.
My anger grew as the faithless truth was that my dear city had become disarrayed in the fear of you.