Blood shed from the mass killings of innocents Innocents who are hated for being different For having different religious points of view For having different skin colors For something that they cant help Mass murders Whole villages destroyed Families ripped apart Children kidnapped and forced to be soldiers Taught how to hate at a young age Brainwashed to think that they are doing the right thing Enslaving adults Killing those who disobey you Refugee camps filled with villages of people Where they don’t have enough food Starving to death Not knowing if their loved ones are alive or not Waiting in line for food, Even though there isn’t enough to go around War torn countries Where peace is rare Where the sound of gunshots is common and, Explosions are heard in the distance. Villages invaded by rebels Innocent lives stolen Killed by children In cold-blood Dead bodies litter the area Friends and family gone forever Never to return Looking at the rebels, Hearing their laughter and cries of joy Watching them celebrate Cant believe that they are joyous about death Joyous that they are now killers That children are celebrating killing Celebrating the deaths of people they knew, Of friends and family, Who they now just killed. |