A Revelation of Pain 


On a day of silent horror,
When the eyes of a civilization
Look upon a dismal fog
Descended upon a city of stone and lights.

As skies turn red with flame,
Thousands of souls scream in unison.
A titanic bird whilst in mid-flight
Takes foul wings of fire.

With an echoing tumult,
The towers of Babylon come crashing down.
And the five-faced sentinel of light
Is wounded, scarred and burnt.

As the rest look on at the new vacuums of life,
They shed tears for the souls lost in vain.
Tormented minds search for a reason "why?"
And the horror turns to sorrow turns to pain.

The infuriated giant looks angrily about,
Drying his eyes to better find
The cause of such unthinkable destruction.
The mighty fist screams at the unseen foe.

He waits to lash out at the first sight
Of a foe, with unspeakable prejudice.
A pyre burns in the eyes of the wronged,
Impatient to unleash the fury of their strike.

At that moment a people is united
In that sudden flicker of time.
We are united in our horror, our sorrow, and our pain.
We stand together and alone, against the darkest night.

In that flicker of time we look to ourselves
And see the grievous wounds we've been dealt.
We gain solidarity like never before,
As we mourn the scars that even time can't heal.

On a day of silent horror,
We find ourselves wading in our blood and tears.
Although we are unsure of the future motions we shall make,
Whatever comes, we bind together for the journey we're to take.