The waking horrors
of the silent screams

All the wailing widows
of their men, once loved

Orphans fading into the night
parents cowering at the break of dawn

The country shakes within
like an ancient hungry beast

Men driven mad with absolution
Rape their way home to wives long lost

Hug their children with bloodied hands
Kiss their wives, with evil mouths

Cry through horrorid nights
Cry through horrorid days


We send them off...

We bring them home...


Broken, torn, thrashed, splintered...forgotten


and we blame, them...

for what we did, to them...