The Holocaust

THE HOLOCAUST : In a land full of greed, Where the wicked hold their feasts. In a land full of beasts, Causing long cemented grief. With shadows of sorrow fencing the meek. And politics building one to be a thief, As Terrorism is at the highest peak. And theocracy is only existing to deceive. We still alive breathing in pain. No matter how far we've stayed, What exactly do we gain? North to South are for men trade, East to West get men slained. The journey is obviously mislaid. The land of the living is passing, And its system is hardened. Who is now it's ruler, Making the land so meager? What's breaking its strongest pillar, Established as an unshakable figure? No more can we stand, On this weak land. Our pulsational hearts are on fire, For the issues are higher. Poverty terminating lives unreasonably, This topic is cultivated unpleasantly. Who should we blame, For causing this maim? Who should we name, For all these shame? The land is full of pestilence, Destroying certain core eminence. Famines on the rise, And we feeling it in our eyes. The land is at war, And it seems not to end at all. What is the ransom for peace, As we're gnashing our teeth?