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