Genocide

Genocide
The boy on the floor
His heart beats like thunder
All the richest nations in terms of natural resources sacked and plundered
Bullets shoot through the wind like sound travels faster than light
People live in constant freight
Still, governments put up a deadly fight
People praying for the day there souls will be free
like the flying kite..
Standing tall with all bodily might
Children throw stones and dodge bullets’
For they have no home
One more person dead is one more saint
still in this world is this deadly hate
When will the world wake ?
See the genocide
around the world cemeteries grow in size
Today, still asleep to our mothers cry
outlined in red are her eyes
The boy on the ground
his heart no longer beats

drowned in blood are our feet...