They sealed us in blackout, killed every sound,
Then bodies started hitting the ground

 

So screams couldn’t travel, no witness, no sign,
They slaughtered us with cold, deliberate design.

 

A wounded boy in a body bag lay,
Three days breathing, afraid to sway.

No food, no water, holding still,
One breath too loud could get him killed.

Through the bodies they searched, not to save,
They hunted the living among the brave.

 

Looking for breath, a rise of the chest,
One final bullet to finish what’s left.

 

Two days. Tens of thousands gone.
A life every few seconds, one by one.

The most brutal massacre this century’s seen,
A regime of shadows, a killing machine.

 

They thought the dark would make us forget

But truth doesn’t die when the lights go out,
It waits.