Drip Drip Drip Not little April showers But endless lives Flashing knives Upon the killing floors Cleaving life for ever more Something endemic to their kind Blood flows Though no one truly knows The question why Raised only In a mothers sigh And plaintive cry Anguished cries Asking why Giving their bodies To the night Of human dark As breath departs Seas of blood Open in full flood And the war goes on Taken one by one Too many marching To the dying beat Of each heart taken Love long forsaken Never understood In pursuit of manhood Carried away On the red wind
