Chant of Widows

Burning sun, if you hear me
Burn those roses in the sand
They can sing their litany
They can suffer in my tears
Land of communion burn inside
Rushing blood into my eyes
Chant of widows on the streets
Warriors coming right on their way
But no enemies to fight
Land of confusion cast me aside
Out in the garden, sleeping, pleading
Behind the doorway, begging, starving
Around the corner mourners, murders
We’re just survivors in the city
Thoughts of death in words and knives
Chant of widows in my mind
They can sing my revenge
And evoke the lord of fire
Land of communion burn inside
Land of confusion cast me aside