In this visceral companion piece, the artist shifts from the stillness of the individual to the frenetic energy of the collective. Encircled by a jagged, hand-drawn perimeter, a series of anonymous figures are depicted in states of upheaval, their forms rendered in urgent, clashing strokes of teal, crimson, and ochre.
The central typewritten block serves as a jarring emotional anchor:

“Martyrs lie beneath your feet, squeeze me and they will gush forth. Cry for them in this battered and iron body. The West will not break it... For I have driven madness from it and sleep in peace among mothers.”

While the surrounding sheet music provides a sense of rhythmic structure, it is interrupted by a secondary border of cryptic, geometric symbols—perhaps a nod to digital or coded language. The work contrasts the "iron body" of resilience against the soft vulnerability of "peace among mothers," suggesting that the path to tranquility is often paved with the jagged remnants of history and conflict.