they came like a hurricane
wave after wave of unceasing rain
each drop a smeared false reflection of
faces of friends of family we once did love
and as the torrential rain spilled
more of our people were killed
and the world we knew quickly eroded
the iron in our bones broke brittle and corroded
drenched in this forsaken diseased sea
we become more of what we feared to be
as cold and dead as the death around us
losing all sense of what was right and just
yet still we fight endlessly to survive
yet still our hope is still stubbornly alive
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC
they came like a hurricane
wave after wave of unceasing rain
each drop a smeared false reflection of
faces of friends of family we once did love
and as the torrential rain spilled
more of our people were killed
and the world we knew quickly eroded
the iron in our bones broke brittle and corroded
drenched in this forsaken diseased sea
we become more of what we feared to be
as cold and dead as the death around us
losing all sense of what was right and just
yet still we fight endlessly to survive
yet still our hope is still stubbornly alive
the dead walk.
