All veins bleed red,
All hateful hands cause pain,
The terror does not end with the death,
It continues with the strife and division,
Yamada no sohodo,
I’m hung out to dry,
The storm leaves me hanging over flooded fields,
Closing my eyes is the only way to block out the depravity,
Can we not just weep?
Can we not just grieve?
Debating about deaths is cold-hearted,
Weep for those gone, don’t indict them