Analysis of Another Midnight Massacre

All through wee hours of the morning
Laminga wail their missing persons, mourning
And the track road leading into Amurum forest
Stained with droplets of blood down the terraced
Searching into sunrise by Lafon river parts
headless corpses, dissected body parts
littered everywhere, now unidentifiable
As indigo chirps, tension grew so palpable

This was another midnight massacre
When men slept, this ambush occur
Bukuru have breached the truce
So all hell must be let loose
 We must return  to war
The young ebullient youth swore
To avenge the blood of their heroes past
Their Heart drumming so fast

It is war without end  
For this we can no longer pretend
Tales of indigeneity, hate fomentation
Passed down from generation to generation
In fighting a war of inheritance
Tens of thousands snuffed from existence
As senseless conflicts and retaliation
Have become their everlasting damnation