An Endless History
Throats choked into silence,
raging rivers of red
spread across parched land,
men like animals prowl
for the young and feeble.
A shinning sun becomes
a cruel joke
lighting up atrocity
into clear view.
Good men do nothing
as the indifferent
read about celebrity gossip.
Cracked cartilage,
broken bones,
empty eyes,
flies buzzing in the heat.
This is an unending legacy
greater than all our technology.
Behinds masks of civility
is the true face of our kind.
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