Riot

No one to trust
No hands to hold
No feelings for outburst
People are cold

Nowhere to go
No where to lurk
Running to and fro
in the dark

Demons have spoken out
Riots have broken out
Demons are crying loud
Putting faith in doubt

Brother are killed
Graves are filled
Mothers died
Children cried

Only a blood feast
Running at its best
Humanity goes lame
In this killing game

Demons have spoken out
Riots have broken out
Demons are crying loud
Putting faith in doubt

Will the sun shine again and take away the fears?
Will the rain come down and wash away the tears?
Will the moon shine again and heal the burning wounds?
Will it be a silent planet where children play around?