[Interlude]
Raindrops cast in lead
Our side lit up
Then put out and buried and extinguished
Underneath the perfect sun
Underneath the body falling from the sky
They were martyrs falling
Because on our side they were martyrs since before we were even born
The women who tried and were killed for trying
The women who died young, furious, or old, and nevеr saw the sunrise
Innocents and childrеn and the tiny bodies that laughed, and will sleep forever
And never saw the beauty of the sunrise