I kept running lest I die with her
The maw of death snapping at my feet
As it engulfed all behind
And took poor little sister
I could have helped
But I kept running
I had to tell our story
So the world could hear us weeping
And none who brought forth blood
And took children and mothers and fathers
So none may ever leave us without
Hearing our voices screaming
YOU TOOK THEM!
YOU TOOK THEM AND YOU CAN NEVER BRING THEM BACK!
So none shall die peacefully surrounded by family
For they did not give that same courtesy to us