Foul Lair

Foul Lair
Digging graves, city buries dead
Angry tears falling, the massacre
cemetery 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 defenses
As other countries watch, fighting for land and power