It rained last night and it rained with voice
A voice not unknown to my ear
I heard that voice and it wakes me up
To look over a hamlet below
You can’t see the blood of babies in a mothers arms
Or that of a small child held tight
Both in the last embrace of their mothers love
And both trying hard to conceal their fate
If you ever need a reason for throwing lead
It’s that sacrifice of mothers on a wall
As they cover the eyes of their young with a kiss
Too few of us there to stop all the death
We shot fast without rage spoiling our shots
That rage now hot as we buried those tiny souls.
Leaving the crows to feast on their killers.