Monsters in War
In woods made so dark The angry men in grey and black invaded The sound of tank treads dwarfed the clamp of boots On stone and up the main street they came Windows broke, explosions set shops alight Soldiers holding rifles inside the houses Bringing out innocents out into the streets At the point of a gun, Not words, but shouts, To the middle, to the middle. There the weak, the defeated clumped together. Children holding parents for their dear lives The grim face of mother knowing this is the end. All knowing to be hopeless. Timeless, lifeless, painless. At the point of a gun, Not words, but shouts, Make a line, make a line And the weak, the defeated lined up Hands on hands, last lights in their eyes Looking up knowing they'd all go down At the point of a gun, Not words, but whimpers He died, she died, they died Boys and girls closed eyed Blasts in the distance Feeling the pull of their parent's body Stil...