Can you hear the screaming?
The tortured helpless cries
among the Holy Mountains that rise?
Or am I just dreaming?
Care you not for the Forgotten?
Those we do not speak of?
Were there not ones for them to love,
ones who have constantly sought them?
Atrocities are copied too.
A.H. stole the idea from
Them. We scream from our lungs,
'Genocide is nothing new! '
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