Killing Floor

Killing Floor (the War Cry of People Peace)

People crying,
There are people in the streets dying;
Torn apart inside because we simply are not trying
  Out here on this killing floor.

A mother looks for her son through the tears in her eyes.
Falls to her knees, the riot was long since done.
She lost her child who went out into the night to have fun.
Mother suckles he dead innocent,
Cries for love; but has none.
We simply don't care out here on this killing floor.

A new century is growing ever so near,
For this I cry in fear.
Newly lit candle grows dim,
Soon to die out.
We've worked so hard to fade away;
Left to die on this bloody killing floor!

This is the resurrection of the sleepless mind,
Tired and waiting.
Before I slip into my final sleep, I want to hear the serpents
  War cry of people peace.
To dance in the garden of simplicity;
Stand proud and tall over the grave of stupidity.
Ravage the soul so drenched with blood.
Dance on fire until the end.

John V. La Selva