Virgin Suicides

By force, they crept upon us when we were the most vulnerable
but of course it was by help
it was always with help.

There was no way they could of did it alone,
the biggest hice in all of history
and you think they were smart enough to do it all on their own?

So they stomped around the jungle floor
they traded metal and gunpowder
for the price of warm bodies, strengthen by the Congo's heat.

They would wait, wait for the weakest of the group
like a gazelle that wanders from the rest of the heard
just waiting for the rest of their life to end.

And then the hunt begins.

Quickly they snatch the huntee, "a buck" they say.
Scared because he doesn;t know what is going on
He tries to run, but can't
his body caught in a web of unfamiliar territory.

He tries to cry out his fathers name
but all that comes out is an unspoken dialect
and too much despair.

So finally he gives into the hunters
he just simply can not fight off so many
not with their shiny metals and their toys.

Beaten, shackled, and humiliated
he let them take his body
But his mind is still his own.