The Blood,
It comes from their bodies,
Staining the earth,
Their white shirts blown open from gun shots,
The men in uniforms shot them,
They panicked when the children began to run and sing,
Dance and shout,
The schools were prisons,
Designed to keep the children off the streets,
To teach them in a language that was not theirs,
To crush their dreams,
To silence their voices,
To murder their souls,
They took the teacher away,
The one who taught the children their history,
And said that she jumped out the window,
Because she wanted to die,
The children know it is a lie,
It was those men who threw her out the window,
And watched her die,
And now the guns and fists are raised to the sky,
And the children are marching mama,
They are marching to their death...