They took what was given (for Berkis)

What we cannot midwive
They birthed and made live
In the pit of their breath
In the wounds of the heart
In the violence of their words

Oh the hate in their eyes
The daggers in their voices
They want my blood my blood
And call it love

Oh their brutish need
Their savage hunger
And yet they went
For what was asked of them

For what they could give for it
For what they could take from it
Which could only be stolen
For the hope they long lost

For the love they never had