The Deaf Chorus

Another decade
Another war
Another genocide.

Passing by in the night,
It reeks of death,
Its faceless visage hidden,
By a blood-crusted cloak.

It walks slowly,
Slaughtering millions at a time
With its machete in one hand,
And a rifle in the other.

There is no way
I can miss the pleas of the wounded
And the oppressed

All condemned to die
By the inaction of their brothers
Who hear not their cries,
Because the whole world is chanting:
"Never again. Never again,"
Too scared to open their eyes.