Some are tethered by pride
A few are roped by fear
Others are collared by lies
But each and every noose
No matter the hand that tied the knot
Is bound to the killing ground

Marked by faith and murdered in hate
Herded like sheep then butchered like cattle
In the end almost nothing is left
Just silence and the consequences of silence

And when saviors finally turn their steps to the mass graves
The legions refuse to lose, refuse to let their captives live free
Death quickens and the doomed have not even the chance to fight
Before they succumb

"We are human!"
They're scared we won't hear them.
They scream louder.
"We are not more or less than anyone else!"
Their words are a Maginot line, a futile defense
They stare their end in the face
Why had no one come to save them?
Before it was too late?
Too late... too late... too late...

h.f.m.