They come to us in dark robes
Shouting obscenities as each victim is pushed into a hole
Only to see light for a second, then no more
They scream and it permeates the soil

Each woman and child becomes a lost figure in history
Forced into the unimaginable world which was created out of pure disgust
Fate by fate maneuvered by the man with a smile
He chuckles as the men bring him more victims

They capture with a smile on their faces
To me, it is not happinesss but satisfaction
Each one has black hair tucked tightly under a hood
Their mouthes covered with white cloth
I cannot see their lips, only the eyes only.

They come to the towns as allies of God who isn't ours anyways
To praise him over and over as if he's right all the time
Who says a sacred scripture doesn't allow the freedom to think as one pleases?
Even the freedom to act?

Compassion in its natural state is often put aside for the sake of historical conflict
In a soldier's eyes you see that right before he forces you to become part of history