Tainted Glass

In these destined pain and chains
A nation's pride is marred with stains
This city burns and filled with hatred
Trampling over for what was sacred
Tainted red over marked crystal glass
Broken pieces from the tragic past
From those of their fallen brothers
They were treated as outlanders
Over these fallen cities that burns
Where these people much yearns
For amicable days to finally come
Killer weapons finally laid in dumps
In trust within the faith embraced
Roads of Peace would soon be paved