Ken e Hall - The Curse Of Ethnic Cleansing

Scrub until the blood flows The skin dissolves The bones are bare, You can’t eradicate ethnic sickness there The plague of death hides in twisted DNA, Guns are born for death’s fare. Born with covered face Human hate spawns the devil’s floor Never drying in the rusty blood red cracks, Minds pierced oozing sanity to oblivion The band wagon rides the tide of slaughter, Eyeless skulls silent explain the facts. The seeds of racial hate Carried in a wind of knives spawn the hell To lay the murders in print in court for, International justice of sorts who in History and past endeavours have Never really on this plague ever closed the door. Eyeless sculls silent explain the facts Be-crying sadness facing forward on racks. NB In memory of Cambodian hell, Boznia, Europe, Africa as it goes on and on What we need is a great big melting pot!Ken e Hallhttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-curse-of-ethnic-cleansing/