Little fallen children- 011600

Do you remember before you were young
When everything was dark and evil?
When all that was here was anger and pure hate.

Now I can only see the tar
Blackening the lit horizons.
And the red and orange skies
Ember off into the distance.

They cry as they celebrate the new day rising.
The children of the Four Corners
Bleed on their fallen aspirations.

This is the time now when they will hear our voices
As fallen children shout "Brotherhood!" in unity.
This is when our fire will begin to glow
Through the candle-lit lantern eyes.

Hear the whispers in the night, slowly resonating.
Claiming the hate as their own.
Watch the holy morning turn to nothing
See the children's fire light up the evening skies.

I can still hear the little lost souls bid
"Where are we..?" only to get the patronized echo
"Home..."