Traffic is moving and dogs are braking, children's laughter echoes from the park.

People are walking and stores are opening, as a world emerges into dark.

It is morning and the day is dawning, a busy shift has just begun.

So why are we shrouded by ghostly clouds that glitter in the sun.

Deeper into evil they tread, upon some will rest the hand of fate.

Opinions will change and people will rage, act now, for time will not wait.

We will call them heroes, even though some of them will never live to know.

The changes in the western world that their taking from us will help to grow.

Saving the lives of generations, mothers, daughters, fathers and sons.

However, for now chaos rules, the journey for global freedom has only just begun.

The angles are descending, to take away the loved, rest gently in peace sweet one.

Concrete rain and paper snow, the hell stone storm of glass spat out by the sun.

The unthinkable actions of twisted minds think not of what they do.

Cowards of the lowest order, sons of bastards through and through.

However, they will triumph all the heroes their souls will crush dictatorship.

Because of them the world will change, freedom will break the evil grip.

Loved forever by those who know them, their lives were not in vain.Sacrifices made from this day on, the

world will never be the same again.

(Photography by Gary Peters)