In days of old
murdered heretics
lies promulgated
against all of difference
Mountains, cities
echoing torturous cries
from unmitigated deaths
dictatorship in mercilessness
When will the blood
sink deep enough
to be forgotten
by these tortured souls?
Towns of stone
yet not these hearts
faith in stealing away
by all inhabitants alike.
History in generations
hatred bred into a nation
persecutions, deaths untold
a burdening of thoughts in remembrance.
These predecessors
evilness & hatred
yet hearts with a will
Survivors of a desolate land.