• Blackbird

    Blackbird singing in the dead of night
    We've lost the strength and will to fight
    Taking in these horrid cries
    Turning our backs to those who die
    They slash us down, onto our backs
    Knowing we've not the courage for attack

    Bombs explode and sirens scream
    We hope to God this is a dream
    Then maybe we could find ourselves
    Perhaps to read a book upon our shelves

    To hide our treasures from prying eyes
    Fearing those who we despise
    Heaping us together in this Ghetto
    We horde what we can, saving it from our foes

    To live is to die, to die while you live
    Clinging to the warmth others can give
    Fighting through this stinking mud
    covered in filth; is it dirt or blood?

    Bombs explode and sirens scream
    We realise it might not be a dream
    We know now we might not wake
    We know it is real, what they take

    Blackbird flying high above
    Watching with distain while we fight and shove
    It soars away, unseen, unheard
    Below it the night has begun to burn