Receive our souls

What an especial day
For one of our lads
The commencement
Of his earthly days

Our bikes at full fuel capacity
We left the city
Our destination an outcast of the city
Little did we know at stake was our safety

On arrival
In the kitchen
Our craving was for chicken

Our bikes
At the riverbank
Our long hair enough evidence
For us to be condemned

A populace spearheaded
By elders drove spears through our heads
Clouds of smoke rising
Our bikes ablaze

Such pangs of death
We deserved not
Do the men in blue
Have our interests at heart

Our mothers homecoming
Inversed to our heavenly flight
Great turmoil tattooed
Her countenance
In this life to see us no more

Lord
Receive our souls
With heavenly songs
We enter your throne.