Three counts of silence and a dream for the dead
A prayer for those living who can get through the days and nights without losing their heads
Three days of corruption and nightmares of death
What prayers can save us when the hands we clasp in prayer are the same as the hands that have poisoned the oceans and earth
Three years of ignorance without the blessing of bliss
As we have filled the sky with hollow prayers begging for forgiveness for doing things we knew were wrong
And we sit in increments of three seconds of silence and our dreams for the dead
And a prayer for a life worth living that is better than death