The rivers that flowed

The rivers flowed

Where they hadn't flowed before

Raging waters of tears and blood

From the dearly departed and those mourning the lost

An endless wake of death befell

A quiet little town

Previously bereft of hell

Where once a field lay teeming with life

Now crops of bodies are strewn about

Homes turned to ash

Those that survived are scattered to the wind

Telling the deeds

Of those who lay waste

Injustice has come with no one to stop it

Tears still shed

But now they are a brook

A quiet remembrance of the hate that took place