The last vestiges of humanity
Lay tattered on the ground,
Among the bodies and the rubble
This is brutal and not profound,
It’s the truth of our callousness
As mankind shows its psychotic side,
It seems there are those easily averse
To relish and revel in genocide,
And a few of us fight this tendency
Some of us hold on to love,
Some of us look for signs of peace
Looking out for the pure white dove.
fauxcroft 
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