An eye for an eye,
A tooth for a tooth,
A sin for a sin.
White faces, one half gone
Like stark marble statues--
Pure pawns in a game--
They stand before the scarlet.
The eyes that once flashed about
Now closed in stony cold silence.
There is no peace behind those eyes
Nor in tbe long moans
Nor in the freshest of incarnadine
Behind the eyes
Focused on the target
Watching fire fall.
Families in the ground,
Families huddled round
A fire fueled by
Some discarded chair
Know too well
The bloody cobblestones
That will disappear under the wind
But that will leave the stain forever.
