Pity the people
Who smile upon
other’s tragedies,
Who compare the
weight of lost innocent lives,
Who cherish
bloody memories,
Unwilling to put
down their rotten knives.
Pity the people
Who wish death
upon their same human kind,
Who destroy what
their own fellow hands built,
Who burn all that
they find,
Unwilling to admit
their own guilt.
Pity the people,
Who are ready to threaten
your family,
Who will do it
all in the blink of an eye,
Who obey their
lord, loyally,
Willing even to
themselves die.
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