Perception and reflection take me back to days when-
blood upon red and brown skin,
whip cracks on the ground,
earth colored with corpses,
screams only heard by the wind.
The forgotten ones - how we've chosen to send them away!
We exile them to our books, to once upon a time...
they live there now and so -
No regret beats down the pride hiding in the hard hearts of men -
When he turns a new page on a distant land -
Where brothers and neighbors let rage set fire to their stage -
Repeating a run of a show that's already been done -
Fight to the death - blame and shame - who and how had it begun?
"turn thy head" and be gone, once a peaceful 'turn thy cheek'.
See how freedom takes sides as truth dares to speak?
Brothers and sisters...World!
Is this -
humanity?
Or insanity???
In the land of the Prophets.
where
Mercy weeps
and
Remembrance sleeps
in the branches of
the blessed olive tree...
