The Massacre
JOHN PETER ROBINSON
Heavy street fighting
Been going on for days
Makeshift graves outside city limits
Filled with bodies of slaughtered people
Men women childeren all dead
The massacre - why
The massacre - why
Eight month foetus
Sticking on a bayonet
Mother's just a piece of dead meat
The massacre - why
The massacre - why
You murdered me with rope
You murdered me with guns too
You massacred whole families
And laughed throughout their pain