Epitaph - Waco's Lament

...Father please forgive them 'cause
They know not what they do
They're taking us to task this time
We'll soon be joining you
The children are all screaming and
Their eyes are turning red
Don't worry about saving them
'cause we're already dead

The heat becomes unbearable
The walls are white hot fire
My heart is bursting from my breast
And breathing is desire
They're burning our home to the ground
We've worked so long to build
So many things we've left undone
Dreams left unfulfilled

We knew that it would come to this
The future is foretold
The past reveals the ugly truth and
Their souls have been sold
We never bothered anyone we
Kept unto ourselves but
The TV camera's rolling
And destruction really sells

The powers that be realize
Their power just won't keep
They must use this show of force
To cower us like sheep
The way of life is suffering
Until we reach the sky but
The burning question in my mind
Why do our children have to die...

Written from the perspective of the Branch Davidians inside the compound in Waco, Tx

"Postlude to a Revolution" <-----Takes you to the next Poem
Did you Read "The Revolution Series"?