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.