Smeared In Blood … 1712-14

Would that a deliverer looks our way Would that a helper descends this day This dawns face too smeared in blood Home again marred by piles of mud Had yet to flourish, those tender flowers Beastly hands snatched from bowers Blooming innocent smiling faces Early skipped to school in races Giggles laughter and their Smile Writhe and throe in death defile We are rent, with slash and gore Our Backs bent, above vultures soar O wake up people! O wake up now! Stem the deeds of fiendish hands! O wake up people! O wake up now! Let's rid our home of terror bands! Books in hands, their quills too Rainbow dreams, what they would do Soiled in carmine all those roses What the resolve of bloodied noses Where the moms shall find their pearl Or the themes of their visions unfurl Dearer than life those bits of being Stony eyes now snatched of seeing Giggles laughter and their Smile Writhe and throe in death defile We are rent, with slash and gore Our backs bent, above vultures soar O wake up people! O wake up now! Stem the deeds of fiendish hands! O wake up people! O wake up now! Let's rid our home of terror bands!