fauxcroft

There are times in history the pile the bodies high

Then try to avoid the consequences of a  lie,

Through history brutal men do awful things

And they never own up to anything in the end,

As if they did not carry out any of them

And still today they pile up the bodies high,

But nobody sees the fears and tearful eyes,

But we see them and must never forget

No matter how much they express their regret,

Because the bodies remain piled so very high,

Each body is a taken life that suffered in pain

And was ripped away and left upon humanity once again,

The dossier of never ending and continuing shame.