fire burns, water flows

of red liquid 'stain the floor

men marching with armor of tanks

gunning down all they see that stand

they talk of peace

on papers and TV

while they maim, destroy

and can't stop killing

I saw a time in time

when the red capped

started to rise again

fighting, dying and not stopping

shouting, screaming and

lower jaw dropping

human right is not that right

it is left or should I say wrong

the voices that speak are silent now

those that prostrate are bowing down

I hate to think of time like this

memories echoing the past of pains

hunger starvation and gluttons gains

I hate to admit that we are one

when visibly divided we stand

and divided we are and were

I hate to write these words absent rhymes

but my hands are bound, echoes of gun time..