2050
Rubble of a vanquished race
People recoil from the truth
Peace on earth goodwill to men
We did not know how
Hate became a way of life
Vitriol running rampant
Strike down the opposition
Crucify the man
Destruction by our own hand
We gave away our freedom
We did not lift up our voice
No one left to blame
Bob Quigley
Sept 16, 2011
Copyright © Bob Quigley | Year Posted 2011
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