A family torn

When the night is at its blackest and a family is sundered, there is no time for an uncle or kin to grieve. Those criminal hands have made their heartless mark and left us with a shame that has no end.

But you lot can put your ears to it. You are a ruthless crowd and you wanted to instill fear, but we do not cower. Don’t be so arrogant as to think you have won; this is a game with a way of turning on you.

You may have thought you left us in despair, weak and broken. Look again. There is a fire in our spirits now, a vengeful sky you cannot put out. Our rage has been reborn and it is in the very air.

Our uncle is gone, and others with him, but in a way their lives run through us. We are warriors and we will not be bent. Nor will we let your cruelty go unchallenged.

We wear our pain with a boldness you might call sassy, and justice is in every vein. Every tear only makes us stronger. So make no mistake, you spineless bunch: we are on the move and we will break through. Your shadows don’t stand a chance against us.

We are driven by the memory of them, each beat of our heart sure in its purpose. You will not dampen our quest for victory or write off what they were. The days of being victims and shedding tears are over. We will put an end to your fears, heads high, and for the love of family we will have the night.

Be on guard, your hour is coming. We charge without fear while justice has its say in every scream, a defiant note in our dreams. From all this pain we have found our power, broken the chains and put ourselves in the light.

Together we stand tall and answer the call for some sweet vengeance.