These kids ain't sleeping. They're dead and reeking Of raw butchery and pestilence. They knew not why the death sentence that was laid upon their innocent souls Even before conception. Yet from the holocaust in Auschwitz To the carnage at Rwandan Kibeho And even the restive cities of Bosnia; Such gory sights of shock would linger Until we begin to number with our fingers: Those grievous losses of strife And the great value of life.
Written 8 November 1995 (1:34am).