We live in a land

Where beasts and monsters shudder

Eat us alive

inside and outside

And commit such atrocities

but remember these stories still come from people

Their inspiration

Their imagination

Their spirits still haunt us

And we refuse to let them come to light

Because we live in a land

where the footprints of ghosts linger

The handprints stained with blood

Their fingers

Until we give them what we did not deserve

Not gold

Not silver