This current genocide screams out from screens
In blood- red technicolour. Yet, it seems
That some cannot see it, or perhaps do
Not want to. The elephant in the room
Is hard to miss, but thanks to constant, vast
Propaganda, that white washes the past
And airbrushes the present, alas it
Is invisible to useful idiots.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem