Philosophical

The stones retain the memory
Of blood that flowed like rain,
The wind still carries echoes
Of those that cried in pain.

The stars themselves bear witness
To the dancing feet of time,
Blowing away the ashes
Of a heavenly sanctioned crime.

The tiny eyes of innocence
Once saw the wasted lives,
Puzzled that their own gods
Could not stop the christened knives

Unto their least breath traveled
The chorus of their prayers,
The light of life had trapped them
In an unending circle of years. 

The stars that day also shimmered
Cried as they watched them die,
The souls still think they're living
Beneath this haunted sky.