A single bulb in a black and blue room
Illuminates the sorrow of many -
Their country torn apart by civil war,
They grieve in the dark, clutching their corpses.
Their pride and symbol stands forlorn above
A woman screaming loss into the night.
In her arms she cradles blood of her blood
The horse looks on, appalled, stark as newsprint
Beneath his roughly shod hoof lies a man,
His mangled hand still clutching at his sword
A candle flickers over the black scene
Held by hope, hair streaming through the darkness
In her hurried whispers she guards and warns
And lights the way toward a semblance of peace















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