Forty-four, the minutes tick down to mass ****** (some may say suicide)
Twenty minutes in the children start screaming A voice begging mothers to force feed poison down the throats of their young
A woman stands up, to fight for her rights to be shoved down by angry souls "Your life means nothing without his." Hatred is spewed in her face
And as I listen, my heart breaks These people all sought for peace and rest only to think that death was the answer the only true release
Ten minutes left and chaos erupts Children line up for a drink, encourages and kept still A weak understanding of where to go next Silent tears streaming as mama closes her eyes
Forty four minutes, and silence is heard 909 souls gone on to wander looking for something better and, god, I hope they found their peace.
I'm writing a research paper on the Jonestown Massacre and it really has made me question alot of things. Morals and the way I carry myself in life. The last recording of them really broke me