Pincers

Watching now; his sons and his daughters:

Desperate souls; led to the slaughter. 

Where are the heroes?

 Is there no shame?

Looking like pawns in a murderous game..

The cry of freedom; come on home:

Lambs to the slaughter;

      pincers move..

Fleeing from a lion a bear met him; went into his house,  and a serpent bit him.

Now,  I am not that clever, did I hear someone say?

Your doing a good job, helps on its way..

Religious freedom has ruined the best..

Could it work in reverse?  Which lands could it bless?

It's good to believe; keep one eye open; the enemy is cunning: their light is slowing. 

 Out of the frying pan, into the fire:

  Wagons are circling; stakes getting higher:

I heard the second beast say, Come and see. 

Mourn for the children; bring in the wailing women 

Vengeance in grief is a powerful weapon:

  Just another arrow, in his quiver. His weapons are cooked, he will stand, and deliver.

 To every creature his due, for the act's, and their doings, and for who knows you...

The innocent rest; it is his desire, to repair at all cost, what was lost.