The bare white bones peeled From flesh tainted pale Bodies of murdered children Whose prayers echoed unheard
Whose bodies gave in Under the weight of stone
Abused beyond tolerance Carved hollow of pride and life Their bodies, hidden in the marshes Left for scavengers to nurture The life-breathing fluids Absorbed to the fertile land Remnants of life long-lost In which parasites now nestle
None but the mare itself mourns By their unnamed, dank tombs Insects toil restless Working on tender flesh
The scale-fooling murders That only the trees witnessed No tears accompany the victims rest Soil as their skin They lay rotted beneath these meadows Forever morose
These woodlands hide many secrets Destinies uncharted by the living
No one grieves for unborn The blind indulge in ignorance No one bears the guilt
Here they lay adormant Their putrid hands reaching for heaven
No one grieves for unborn The blind indulge in ignorance No one bears the guilt