Slab after slab,
Engraving after engraving,
Hill after hill.

All these lives cut short,
All the stones cut for them.

Why were they killed?
Why would someone do this?
Why the innocent?

Sun rays
blind.

Path unclear.

Their death
uncertain.

Slab after slab,
Engraving after engraving,
Hill after hill.

Life after another-

Gone.