A soulless march to a fate predicted,
Since before the dawn of men.
A cursed time of minds afflicted,
As it was, then so it is again.
Guns unholstered, knives are drawn,
Just like the days of old.
Until the coming of the dawn,
When all that’s hidden shall be told.
Children suffer the curse of all,
As mothers shelter them in fear.
Behind an evapourating wall,
Hope is lost,
For truth, courage and love,
In the face of evil, dissappear.