THE DARK PLATEAU

When smoke rises
Weaker Bodies become the logs
that sent dark message through the flames
Today the vultures licked red yogurts
in the batter'd skulls of our fathers and their heirs
Today hundred of hopeful heads
Rolled and dash on the faces of greener mountains of plateau.
Oh how the rain falls to soak the dead voice of our mothers
Oh the tears of heaven
is parched
To mop the infant blood...
Oh when shall the daggars of our stain voices
Slash the throat of this brutalities?
REST WITH THE LORD
Ye martyrs of his name
For it's written that we shall carry this cross
We shall drink from this bile gobblet
Till the number of thy fellow brethren
Who are to be killed is fully bill