Eternal eyes haunt my existence
The images of the dead
who the dead have painted

In red halls of disaster
Images fallen of glass
Glass held singularly unique

Where are your convictions
Those fallen warriors of meaning
Meaning to live as warriors

Where are your memories
You accusing reflections
reflections of intentions

How dare you prevent us
That screaming in posture
The posture of knowing

Oh Educators called past
We have learned nothing
Nothing is learned so simple

Our eyes don't listen
That painful legacy
A legacy we repeat