Foul Lair

Digging graves - City buries dead

Angry tears falling - The massacre

Cemetary defaced - Age of pain draws near

A presence of troops - Termination inflicted

Civil unrest - Mortar shell exploding

On contact - Sacrificing

Cringing at the thought - That nothing can be done

To stop this madness - Dreams fading fast

Feel the pressure - Brain starts to wither

Absent warnings of attack - Designated plots

Arranged in order - Grisly reminder turned to grief

Discarded prayers - Fear of living grows

Depletion continues - At phenomenal rates

Voices screaming - Counting losses

Suffering immortal

Wounding opposition - Parade the streets

Victory accomplished

For time being thinking your safe - When attacks resume

Creating more dead - Wind of destruction

Everything is grey - Trees are gone

Nothing stands

Running through sniper alleys

Viewing with disgust

A place you hate - Killings everyday

Before your eyes - Burning corpses

Flesh rains down - Robbed of our defences

As other countries watch - Fighting for land and power