Genecide

Your race is inferior
Your idol the devil
Like locusts you eat our food, destroy our perfect peace and fill it's place with your lies and slander.

Your life's blood is ours
Your dignity worth nothing
With oh so devilish cunning you worm your way into our innocents hearts.

And wait, and plot our demise.

We hold your world in our hands
We have the strength of steel, the speed of a greyhound
And the means to bring your treacherous web of deceit crashing down on your head.

We are the great and glorious future
We will once again gain respect, and fear.
We would be a perfect race, born to rule the land with a firm grip, were it not for you

So we wait, and plot your demise.

Words of a hypocrite. Drowning in a pool of bitter hatred.

Why are you doing this?
Our life's work is destroyed in a moment of direst cruelty
Our lives crumbling to worthless dust as we try desperately to uphold all that is good and pure

Our future torn apart
Ahead lies dark horror and screams of suffering
No hope, no bird on the wing to carry our broken heart home.

This is only the beginning.

Your cruel hard eyes bore into our anguished soul
Your army of unknowing supporters glare with hearts of hard stone
We feel their hatred, see their open resentment, yet we do not understand it.

Your plan to crush our trembling spirit, successful
Yet your mouth still spits venom, promises the unthinkable
As you stand ; towering above all, casting a dreadful shadow you swear to those around you.

This is only the beginning.

Words of a victim. Desperate, he cries to deaf ears, "Stop our suffering."

Your chance, come and gone
Your worthless, insignificant bodies will now toil and strain for our needs
Like cattle, packed off to market you stand helpless as you kiss your loved ones goodbye.

Your women are doomed to die as we slowly choke the life out of them
Your children will bow to the might of the great nation, before they meet their maker
And you will live out the rest of your miserable life wondering whether you will be the next to pass through the gates of hell, to journey into the deepest depths reserved for your kind.

The Lord has given us strength.

We laugh in jubilation as we see the fear on your wretched face
We hold a gun to your head and sigh with sweet relief
Our hearts uplifted as we hear the cry of long awaited justice finally being delivered.

We lead your tired mind astray with false promises
We watch as you struggle with each other, foolishly competing to escape the death that inevitably stalks your footsteps.
And as we stand guard, tall and proud, we hear the demons that haunt your sleep make you cry out.

Lord, give us strength.

Words of a megalomaniac. Blinded by power, driven by success.

Our hearts broken and tossed aside carelessly
Our family gone, departed to places we cannot follow
As our soul's are burnt away by malicious tears that long to escape our world weary bodies.

Our resolve dissolved at the single shot of a gun
For who will stand up to the man who usurps the power of God
As we struggle on day by day the fight is slowly drained out, leaving unquenchable despair.

May death embrace me soon.

You smile to see our dull eyes start as wide as a doe's in fear
Your face is the last thing we see as the prospect of sweet redemption looms ever nearer
And we thank God for delivering us before we can see another lifeless body burst into flames, never to rise from the ashes.

Your grey, stone walls chase us in our dreams
Your doom laden hands drag us back from open arms and the beautiful words, whispering, "It's all over now."
And we hear you voice, sneering. Telling us that by the end of one torturous day we will be pleading to God.

May death embrace me soon.

Words of a battered spirit. Left with nothing as his soul flies on silver wings beyond the edge of the world.