Genocide
Onto others, is hate, being given,
for no reason, with nothing, that they, have done.
Just because, they are, easily there,
for blame, to be placed, on each, and everyone.
Then lives, soon after, are never spared,
from hearts, so cold; of love, they then deny.
Becoming unable, to see, the hearts, of all people,
as they, are ready, to cause, a people, to die.
Million bodies of death, lay upon, the ground,
while the rest, of them, go run and hide.
The world should defend, and try to then mend,
and not pretend, people yet, have not died.
Copyright © Sean Matthews | Year Posted 2008
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