Staring at pool of crimson red
The worlds unlucky now left undead
Aborted babies shriek unheard cries
Held by rancid demons upon tainted skies
The homeless now sheltered by and unearthed abomination
Morality now infected with an evil infestation
Mans government has fallen beneath his own hand
Where being molested by hypocracy as we rape the land
So haughty with our power we think that we create
Ignorance hides our fault when all we touch becomes desolate
WRITTEN BY BEAU BENNETT 10 19 99
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmmm....Unfortunately, this anarchy is still alive and kicking! May the tribe of Al Gore thrive! ! Cheers. Subroto