Listen! There are cries now high above us
Circling ravens in the sky. And sirens
Loud and encompassing as we wonder
What is happening to our treasured place?
There seems to be much chaos and violence
Much to protect our sacred children from
And yet we are powerless in our state
We must rise to the fight in new clothing
The day is drawing so nigh upon us
We must all stay strong, be ready and ripe
To take on this which falls to us women
And to the few survivors of that night...
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