A tribute to those massacred at Tiananmen Square [inspired by Alfred Lord Tennyson's famous poem]

This is a tale of Tiananmen Square
Where bullets and missiles once filled the air
Striking all the defenseless gathered there
To be murdered and plundered

One thousand of the Chinese died that day
While the rest of the world watched in dismay
As armored soldiers made their bloody way
As they murdered and plundered

Eastern killers have concealed their grim guilt
Within the walls in which now death is built
In that part of Beijing the blood was spilt
By men murdered and plundered

A lesson learned where these tyrants still tread
That crushed the voices of those unarmed dead
Where no words are allowed to yet be said
Of those murdered and plundered