I could see blood everywhere

And a lot of people dying there

Still the soldiers were shooting

While some people were shouting

Everyone was on the moor

Others on the floor

Not knowing what to say

In the sorrow month of May

Lots of blood was on the ground

Peter had a very big wound

Then came the strong rain

To give us even more pain

No one had the power to run

There was nothing to eat, not even a bun

But luckily water was seen

It was miles away, probably fifteen

All of us were dying of hunger

And our bodies filled with anger

I really wanted to run away

But the soldiers made me stay

They were glaring with evil eyes

And then came the little flies

Dead bodies were now rotting

Which left the poor people crying