Routined old parade
Marching towards the gate.
Roads paved gold-
Judged into fate

Condemned into flames
are our peers and family.
we stood and Watched-
"praised be thy mercy!"

The echoed screams
merged with our ears,
As we watched infants Burn
and mothers encased in fear
 
husbands and Wives
separated one at a time;
spouses which weren't pure
left Holy widows behind.
 


The verdicts were Inhumane-
but justice turned a Cheek.