The Evil of Mankind
forgiveness,
gone with the wind
there is only loneliness
a handwritten note on the table, a blood-red tear
a child,
a burial shroud on the table, a blood-red body
the pain of a mother who lost her child
the evil of mankind left its mark once again
when will we ever change?
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