Generous

The gift of death

They came for us.

They gave us gifts.

They were generous.

One was blood, there was a lot.

They were generous.

Another was sickness, there was rot.

So very generous.

Another was fire,

because of course they hate us.

So very generous.

Some of us hid away,

and hidden we tried to stay.

But of course we’re to blame.

Deep in our hiding place.

With drills and fire they came,

with the gift of death.

The only thing they wanted to take,

was our last breath.