So The World Simply Watches As This Inhumane Genocide Goes On - Poem by Daya Nandan
Open genocide, countless innocent lives taken,
Bombs dropped, bullets fired as the earth is shaken,
So many cry and beg for help, yet their cries are ignored,
A city plagued with war, rivers and lakes of tears poured,
Among the rubble there are many mutilated bodies lying,
Young children and women screaming as they are dying,
Soldiers are toys for politicians to satisfy the greed they built
Killing millions without a the slightest bit of guilt,
It is hard to believe that twisted power crazy men like these exist,
Probably waiting to wage war on other countries on their list,
Cold hearted murderous demons whose souls are as cold as ice,
Causing genocide in front of the world, men corrupted by each evil vice
Do they feel no guilt each day taking millions of lives? ,
So many gruesomely murdered innocent children and wives,
Must they all have to be part of some egoistic and greedy game?
Do these evils spawned from the darkest fires of hell feel no shame?
Corrupted and twisted war bringers, do these men have no heart?
Destroying innocent lives and tearing the fabric of society apart,
What happened to compassion, where is their humanity?
Are we to simply watch and do nothing about this act of vanity?
I wish the world united to vanquish these war waging devils,
Put them in thick prisons cells and cleanse the land of all the evils,
It is a shame that other countries are reluctant to unite to end the pain,
In fear that the allies of evil shall drop atomic bombs like rain,
So the world simply watches as this inhumane genocide goes on,
Our fear tramples our compassion and humanity until it is gone,
We live in fear ununited even though we gaze under the same moon,
Without realizing that without unity, world war three will start soon
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