Silence stormed our every heart,
the news pierced us like a dart.

Trees and leaves were all a-hush,
our men ran there in a rush.

He lay there slain, yet not fallen,
the sight left our eyes teary and swollen.

We stood in utter shock,
abandoned by our steady rock.

The ever-blue sky turned grey,
every cloud wore grief today.

Our voices … numb,
our minds with wounds succumb.

The evil struck with all its might,
the venom claimed our guarding Knight.

That day, the Word came alive,
that day, the Church went on overdrive.

Dear Brother, your innocent blood’s not in vain,
now every Christian feels your pain.

Yesterday, your life endured the flame,
today, your death declares His name.

Our feet moved on from drowning tears,
to light a faith that knows no fears.

We are no longer lukewarm —
Now hath begun the real reform.

We’ve ceased to be cold,
your death made us mighty and bold.

The Church now wakes from her slumber,
no longer daunted by the outnumber.

From staying long in comfort’s fort,
we now rose to embrace any discomfort.

We’ll send the hateful into downward plummet,
for every brethren now blows a trumpet!