In the darkness of the night,
I called you my children.
There was no answer.
I called you my children, do you hear me?!
There was no answer from my children!
Who laughed and play with me only the other yesterday.
In the chaos of the night,
My children are butchered in their sleep.
Bathed in a flood of blood.
And our waters turned red,
From the debris of the midnight crack.
Fathers are dead and mothers are wailing weakness;
From the rubbles of midnight murder.
The derailing of humanity and silence of dying souls.
And the innocent laughter is silenced,
Silence flow in the midst of painful tears.
The World leaders watch
The dyinng tomorrow at dawn!
