Chopwork II
Mitch Fletcher, Tom Preziosi
A dead, young one, face down, skull crushed
The gutted failure, millions lie butchered
Hacked bodies damming rivers of blood
Skull soft from weeks in the river
Children rot
Flesh sloughs off their bones
Shattered lives sinking
Severed arms hang
Skinned by machete
A pile of heads
Turn away, the long death parade
Class was in, when they threw the grenades
No one to save
School house now a mass grave
Sick, enslaved, scarred mind blocks out the conscience
With pain and fear the only guide
Murder is the only choice
Cut out their eyes through them I see
Shattered lives sinking
Severed arms hang
Skinned by machete