TIME FOR REFLECTION

It never ended with perfect accord
The purge that dawned in their cruel, parted past.
Scorned races were leveled by the demand
Of all the inhumane.
A tormenting soul
Just kindled the craving for their demands

Relinquish rats living at the crossroads
Were slain by the shotgun as gas chamber
Dying like blinding light from pitch-darkness.
Ignorance wore purple robes and
The sweet scent of roses.
All are walking on absolute darkness.