How could they ever dream
They were about to lose their lives;
Be violently murdered
And cut apart with knives.

How could these gentle beings
With their worried, anxious eyes,
Imagine man had always planned
To take their precious lives.

These were the thoughts that came to me
As past my car they sped,
And fervently I hoped they couldn't
Sense what lay ahead

And as the truck accelerated,
Leaving me behind,
I prayed they hadn't guessed
That man had murder on his mind.