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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I can hear the cry, From those unable to escape or run, Wondering when it will be their turn to die, The crimes of our past cannot be undone. Voices screaming in my mind, From a time that was lost, People unseen who were left behind, All those lives were not worth the cost. The blood has been shed, The mistakes have been made For our hate they were bled, A people long betrayed. Taken away in the dead of night, Unaware of where it is they go, Only to wait for their Bright Knight, Unsure if he’ll even show. Their faith helps them to survive, Even through all the torturous hours, For another day they’ll remain alive, If only to succumb to another’s powers. The blood has been shed, The mistakes have been made For our hate they were bled, A people long betrayed. Tears long cried, Over the many lost souls, While bodies are shoved aside, Only to be buried in unmarked holes. The hatred felt is unending still, The nameless are neglected, Destroyed is their will, All who are different shall be rejected. The blood has been shed, The mistakes have been made For our hate they were bled, A people long betrayed. Unable to drown out the cries, Of a pain filled age, Which led to a culture’s demise, Through an unspeakable rage. Bodies were burned, The pain filled cries they will ignore, Souls lost never again to be returned, Lives lost in a war. The blood has been shed, The mistakes have been made, For our hate they were bled, A people long betrayed.
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