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Blood, blood,

Oh sacred, spilled blood!

That flows down, down,

down by the steps of the Palace,

On a holy Sabbath day…

 

The ironic air, filled,

filled with a mist of bullets,

Shells piercing the skin

of many, falling like bloodied soldiers to the frosty ground…

 

A peaceful rally, made

made by a pastor, representing

The Dear Father, but now?

Now, shocked by the scene he saw

of violence, trouble, and blood…

 

The artillery bursting open,

open the sky’s arteries to pieces

The innocent blue turned guilty

Guilty with a fresh stain of red…

 

Massacred, shot,

The peace shattered in seconds

Went to sign a peaceful treaty

Now returning – nowhere…

 

Solemn, bleak

Bleak truly it was that day…

‘Twas the twenty-second day of the first month,

Was a bloody sight – no one shall see today,

No one shall see today, no more,

None shall see, no more…

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M.Macabre

22.01.2021

Dedicated to: The Victims of Bloody Sunday (22.1.1905)