Storm the gates
Was the ominous
Overpowering cry

How it rest
Upon the amassed hearts
Lurching forth
To graze the untarnished world

They must know
The perils
Of downtrodden kin

They must know
Of ruin
Of unwavering hunger and strife

Torch the lot
Was the prevailing scream
Atop memoriam
Before an ever-tranquil creed