Blood in the Streets

The least of us
Lifted our voices against the oppressor,
And our cries echoed
Through their hollow hearts.
They resounded through empty castle and courtyard,
And summoned the legion to us.
Blood lust rose in their eyes
And raised the beast
From those pristine sheep skins.

Where our brother’s fell,
Crimson gold washed the street
In glimmering, sacred streams.
But where they lay,
Inky darkness
Wrote the words of our final testament
To the world.

Morning rays
Revealed the stolen lives,
And the babes on the streets
Bathed in their father’s blood.
They hoped to instill violent,
Passionate fear
In the damned survivors,
But hot revenge
Boiled through our veins
And turned the wolves on their masters
And their blood
Ran unclean through the streets.