United we stand, divided we fall…
Yet another lie to rest us all
False pretenses, hidden facades
Heroes found amongst unknown faces
Stories live, as the fires burn
Millions watch unconcerned
The press hums to the beat
As the unclaimed lay on the street
Jarred lives, riddled with bullet holes
Breaking families remain un-consoled
Homage paid, candles lit
Forgotten dead, mere graves to dig
In fear we all run and hide
An effort to avoid that sad demise
Far from that burning train
Away from that shady lane
Sad still remains the fact
Death always finds its way back
Still fear they choose over a fight
To die as victims not warriors bright
