Umbel

I've been peeling this onion And shedding the obvious tears Each layer Exposing new fears From anger Toxicity nears Shall we sacrifice our young Searching for peace in the coming years Shall genocide resolve propagation And end the laughter in our ears At what cost Shall this future trade With reconditioned tears The higher stock is made And with onions in my eye sockets I'm eternally afraid That as each layer is peeled A new tear is unlaid