Charred among the ashes stirred
A people left here uninterred.
No beds of peace or roses here;
A feast alight for blackened bird.
That filthy scent of days gone by.
The daylight now a dark nights sky.
A vision set to shed a tear,
From bloodied stone caws silent "Why".
Our steady watcher, waiting yon,
Who watches keen to see the dawn
When sunlight warm to earth will peer,
And then will burn the greatest con