Tears are Falling-By Leslia Quiverly
Our tears fall down our faces as we remember those who fought.
Breathless,we sheath our swords,as we defeated what we sought.
Too many lives were lost,as our city was under siege.
The horrible thing about it,is the wounded one is our liege.
Our city is lost,the walls are crumbled. I shake my fists at the sky.
All the women sob on their knees,as they barely choke out “Why,oh Why”?
So many people lie dead by the gates.
Our enemies surely hate.
As we grieve our loss of the people and city,we say one last thing.
“They shall pay,for we have pity”.