Voluntary Genocide? Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

The shrill wind whistles through at will.
The remnants of venetian blinds.
The rooms inside are tainted still
with viruses of different kinds

All tailor made which were designed
To only kill selectively
The product of a mad mans mind.
A plan which backfired tragically.

He was convinced he had the right
to alter mankind’s destiny
That everyone who was not white
should be destroyed efficiently.

His master plan was to erase
all non white populations.
And thus provide more living space
for go ahead Caucasians.

Now he is dead with all the rest
of mankind both black and white
Perhaps it worked out for the best.
There are no humans left to fight.

The whole world is free from wars
The only killing is for meat
and that by natures predators.
Who have no choice they have to eat.

The human race which killed for sport
Has had its day and left the stage
It failed to satisfy the court.
Maturity would come with age.
12/08/2009
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