As blood through the sand seep
while mothers of loss weep
and birds of prey circle above
seeing the grainy image of love-
lost as terror by hunger informs
thousands that nothing reforms
a way of life born in pain and grief
never to find release or relief
from the tragedy of idiot leaders
and the wrath of racist feeders
of stories of defensive aggression
bearing into a future a succession
of mothers of loss, watching blood seep
so that a hundred generations will weep.