Humanities Genocidal Legacy
Crimson paints the dirt
Sidewalks become red
Fields are blessed by blood
Rain washes it away
The Earth receives the bodies
Voices are silenced
History
Does not stay silent
Yet, those with a voice
Those with a powerful influence
Simply do not speak
They hide it
They cover it up
Only for history to teach us later
But Humanity
Still refuses to learn
Crimson continues to paint
In everlasting cycles
As our legacy
Becomes a legacy of genocide