I PRAT THEY SEE THESE TOO

I'm sure you watched As it all crumbled In deafening rumble Glorified in the slow Motion of your strike But I also hope you saw Rising in the fog Of the disbelieving tragedy People Helping People No beliefs or boundaries Holding back the hands Emerging from a shattered land Holding each other up Tears remaining colorless Blood remaining red Bonds being made in the dust In trust of fellow man As we scream in harmony Of the pain Being all the same Except for you