We had come so far
we had lost so many,
friends, comrades.
loved ones.

overhead the birds of piece
the white doves
were being slaughtered by
the eagles of war
the eagles of power,
beaks slashing and ripping,
the blood from the
dove's of peace
fell upon us
like heavens rain.

and in the dungeons the
tortured souls of tortured men
cried out to be free
but soon cries for freedom
became screams of pain
as soldiers practiced their
skills of freedom
with electric wire.

but we must go on.