Bloodriver
I still hear the cries of my forefathers
I smell the burnt flesh and fresh blood
Of women and children behind barbed wires
I feel their hurt and will never forget
The betrayal of dishonorable men with
Foreign dust carried by their boots.
I see their anger and hear their vulgarity
After years of unwarranted abuse.
But with misguided hate and fear
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I see a regressed people standing behind
False pride.
Words that cut like fresh whet blades
Actions reasoned at the breast of the devil
To no end and no means
Tirelessly dehumanizing
The victims of dishonorable men
The children of god forsaken children
And so the blood river flows to no end.
A legacy of self-centered preservation and hateful stubbornness
As the children of the vanquished hold hands to die together
