Centuries have flown..
neither happiness nor hope,
Still we wander,
Seeking wonder,
Amidst the multitude that cope.
They ignore our fallen state,
Plod on..towards their Horizon,
There is Blood,
There is Death,
Beneath their feet of poison.
Millions murdered not for Gold,
Killed by brethren unknown,
They dared to differ,
They cared to Love,
A Colour opposing their own.
Millions murdered not for Love,
But for a Love that couldnt be forgiven!
He tried to sway..
Show masses the right way..
Promptly to the grave he was driven.
Millions murdered as a Lesson!
They had hidden a grave fault..
Toiling for years,
Battling the Tears,
They had amassed fortune in their vaults.
Millions murdered not for fortune,
They were facing us from the divide,
After casting of Ballots,
It had not satisfied our palettes...
So we lynched them for being the other side.
Still we walk the Bodied slope,
Brethren hung up by the neck,
Stay still and gaze..
Their dead eyes the torch..
While we race for the Throne of this Wreck!
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