Dead down
And more to come
Head over heels
Hand over fist.
When it happens
All of this is done
A new world emerges
Out of ashes
And out of death.
A silent war
Waged in secret
Is easily done
Behind closed doors.
By deceit and omission
They pretend not to know
All that happens
In the dark of night.
Murder, rape
And assault
The innocent attacked
Anything but random.
Silent screams
Hidden in the forest
As trees fall
And babies burn.
Nothing more
Than a head count
The mathematically dispossessed
Ever smaller
And more oppressed.
If you have eyes
You can see the signs
The future of your family
Played out in color.
When the day comes
Tolerance will not matter
And fairness
A thing of the past
A dwindling fight for survival
Out gunned
And outnumbered.
Come Lord
And stamp them out
Gone forever
And remembered
No more.
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