I See

I hear a mother's wails and cries,
I hear a moan as another one dies,
I see a cruel crowd gaping with delight,
I see innocent children clinging with fright,
I see blood spots smeared on trees,
I maybe see things that no one else sees,
I see a dead body, hanging there,
I see a poor mother, tearing her hair,
I see a crow slowly opening its beak,
I smell a foul scent that makes the place reek,
I see the crow stuffing a morsel in its mouth,
I see the cruelty that occupied the south.