The Fault Line

The fault line streamed from the Nazi state, The Jewish Shoah, Holocaustic fate. Mongolia, Croatia, and Belarus, Humanity had no excuse. Rwanda, Burundi, and South Sudan, The full scope of terror's sad sway, In Cambodia they pointed their fingers To where the horrid 'Killing Fields' lay. The dire purges in Mother Russia, by the brutal Stalinist guild, Ancient Turkey, the Ottoman Empire, so many Armenians killed, And legions of Greeks to their deaths there went, Assyrians too, until nearly spent. The fault line leaves remains that burn, We see them ever, and then, The hard way is how we have to learn, Over and over again. The fault line runs on steel rails across the "American" land, A tomb, a gloom, an iron doom, for my wife's native band.